Posts Tagged ‘poem’

So lay down thy head
into the awaiting dreamland that awaits
upon your soft beckoning restful pillow…
Prepare for the journey of your nighttime slumber,
traveling through the spiraling tunnels of timeless consciousness
and all the numerous echoes of thy day…
Into the nigh, we travel to a world beyond the sky
… past the midnight moon, using the starlight as our guide.
So many memories,
yet so many nameless keys
Oh where do they lead?
In a dream, vision of the night,
When sound sleep falls on men…
While they slumber in their beds...”
Thoughts that seamlessly dance together,
creating untraveled sublime lands…
in which we walk among the radiant clouds,
weightless…feeling light as a feather…
To where do we go, beyond the late nigh?
Just after twilight…
but before the moon rises high…
In those bewildered scenes,
those tormenting moments in our haunting dreams,
We search for desperate answers
a hopeful escape…
“And then you frighten me with dreams…
and terrify me by visions…
To what, do those troubling dreams, really mean?
So far from our reach,
yet…living within our soul.
…but then there’s serentiy,
a calm like the blue sea,
That heavenly peace that washes over us,
leaving no confusion or schemes to discuss…
Yet as we float, so light within the nigh,
we wonder, just where do we go
traveling to uncharted territory
within our minds…
In a dreamworld, so far, beyond the sky…
Yet…so close to our human beating heart
and dreams so alive, running deep within our soul…
We ache to remember by the breaking of day,
but in the same moment,
we may wish to forget, as the light of the moon grows dim…
…for we wait our travels, when slumber visits us,
into the next upcoming nigh,
When we float so lightly beyond the starlit sky.
Ariana R. Cherry 2017
*(Scriptures from Job 33:15 and Job 7:14)



Crouching in a corner down a hidden alley,
hoping that it doesn’t find me again…
the darkness has been creeping,
trying to sneak in…

I’ve flipped on a light,
hoping it would mask its cold depth,
but in the silence of the echoes,
it held up its hand, trying to start a horrid fight…

tip-toeing away from the hidden alley,
I search for that golden escape path
…so many times I’ve ran…
To stay safe, I was given the ultimate secret key..

But in an unexpected moment…
the blackness takes its wings
trying to swoop in and capture me.

Time has passed…
…Ive taken time to plan the best escape..

A midnight fog, filters in through the chilled darkness,
reflecting off the night sky-
showing me the beautiful bright stars…

But my mind, understands the charade….
For what is seen, does not appear to be the truth…
It is a farce
just bait….

.Echoes of various fears ring within my ears…
Prodding and poking, trying to provoke unrealistic tears…

Darkness tries to creep in…
My mind, holding strong…
fights to win

the game.

.I was given the secret key.
…time has passed…
I am not the same,
as I was, when it last passed through these tracks…

So…carry on,
carry on through the cold tempting wind…
I will not take your bait.

…so go,
Because I will not wait…

I will not play your charade.

– Ariana R. Cherry 2017





Sometimes among a large crowd,
I think I hear everyone's chasing thoughts
and judgements within my mind, all echoing aloud...

but perhaps... it is just fear...
Just internal fear, screaming in my ear.

I see all of their intimidating eyes...
staring back at a so small me - 
and I wonder...
what is it, 
that they see?

Do they see...
the real me ?

Do I even want them to see?

Sometimes, in the midst of conversation,
I get lost...
...voices trail off to lands ago,
and my mind, calculates all the things
from hours ago - 
that I needed to know....

Before I realize it,
the conversation has gone...
and so have I...

...among friends,
I may talk, laugh and tell jokes to no end

But even then, after it is all over,
I wonder...
Did they laugh because they truly thought it was funny?
...or deep down...
Were they all just laughing at ... the real me?

In a world, so full of quick judgement
and unrealistic expectations.... can be difficult to be...

Human emotions can be challenging...
Hard to reveal...
even difficult to admit - how you feel.

Do we openly cry when we are sad - 
or do we run away and hide, behind a closed door-
because we fear that it looks bad?

Do we worry what others will say...
Because perhaps - we don't feel like talking today?

...sometimes...we feel so small...
Because the world has made us feel like...
we aren't really here at all.

Perhaps many of us are feeling the same...
But we just don't explain...
Because we worry 
that it will make us seem... plain.

Or perhaps, some of us are afraid to just be...human.

....Are we ashamed?
...or have we become -

- Ariana R. Cherry 2017

Poetry Art: Twisted Apart

Posted: October 15, 2017 in Artwork, Dark Poetry
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Read this poem and others like it in Ariana’s collection, “Twisted Paths of Poetry.”

Available on Amazon….






What If

What if we forgot all the strenuous turmoil?
What if trauma no longer tainted our souls?
And what if, we all could be innocent again?

….There would be a universe without havoc…
Moving…in perfect sync,
as the full moon danced brightly in line with all of our wishing stars…
and there would be no tears to cry,
or pieces of our heartbreak to pick up off of the cold ground.
Violence no longer would rule….
But –

Could we become compassionate?

In a world where we live,
where everything seems frightening and so wrong,
we question, whether or not –

Can we be strong?

What if we stood up in a crowd where everyone sits down?
What if we took the time to sing out our inspirational message,
and told everyone of our journey –
Who we are….and where and when we became to be…

Would anyone listen?

We fear the silence….
and the rejection.

What if we forgot all of the turmoil…?
What if, love were to win?

Ariana R. Cherry 2017




The Piano Magic

Hidden in the backstreets within the fog of downtown New York,
sat the remains of an old abandoned theater.
Whispers and laughs of the yesteryear hung heavy in the air.
A lonely darkness with remnants of a forgotten energy
danced throughout the atmosphere.

Towards the front of the ole’ performance room,
was a once grand stage,
which now was adorned with black tattered curtains
and splitting and rotting wood.
Upon that once grand stage,
sitting alone in the cool darkness,
I witnessed the slim silhouette of a tired middle-aged woman…
who once, some years ago, was a youthful boisterous performer…

But now, here she sat, if frozen in time…
Still and lifeless- touched too much by a broken world.

Her long, aging fingers lingered across the out-of-tune piano keys,
searching for a dance, they once knew, which sang to a song of
timeless magic…

And there… she sat.
Lonely… out of touch…
Dreaming of a world that had once been…

Searching for…


Hopelessly, wishing for…


For the dark lights to once again, illuminate the ole’ grand stage…
and for people to file in with awaiting anticipation….
to hear the chatter…. laughter….
To feel the high energy of excitement….

That magic….

But now,
only silence hung heavy in this run down skeleton remains of a building…
A theater…with forgotten magic.

…And as if, in a dream, something else began to fill the air
Time…stood still…as a clock somewhere in the far distance began to chime…

The middle-aged woman slowly closed her eyes and lowered her head…
A lost tune of years gone by began to escape her chapped lips.
And from behind the black tattered stage curtains,
a bright moist golden red apple rolled towards the legs of the piano bench
of which the woman so listlessly sat…
Rolled out of nothingness…

As if from another realm.

Lost in a trance, the woman bent down,
and retrieved the golden red apple.
After staring for some time, she took a hopeful bite…

And just like that of a fairy-tale,
the darkness lifted and transformed into a dream.

…Within a second…
and a snap of the fingers,

No longer the middle-aged woman that she was,
became a youthful lady dazzling in
a sparkling silver evening gown.
Joyful laughter bellowed from her
pink lips with her long soft red hair
cascading down her slim shoulders, free flowing.

Gracefully, she stood up and twirled,
her youthful fingers grazing the piano keys
in an upbeat Broadway tune.

Blinding lights warmed the now grand stage,
as it presented a soft glow around the lady,
Illuminating a once lonely stage.

And then there was....magic.

Classical music spiraled from the lively piano keys,
echoing off the walls.

For a time, hope filled the atmosphere…
A place where dreams come true-
No longer, a dark tired atmosphere.

Souls of those times gone by gathered in to witness the moment,
Applause rang out…
The magic of the music was alive…


And just before the ending midnight hour chimed,
A dove flew overhead.

The illumination began to dim and the lights went low…
then darkness shadowed over the magical dreamland performance.
The tattered black curtains closed
and the classical song, faded…out-of-tune.

Lowering her head, the slim red-headed youthful lady,
began to gracefully age, once again…
becoming tired and listless…
She took a molded half-face white mask,
and slipped it upon her face,
closed her eyes as if in a trance…
Frozen in that moment in time – she stayed.

Lonely, in an abandoned theater,
in downtown New York,
waiting for….

Magic…to dance again.

Ariana R. Cherry 2017