A Poem for Our World: Who?

“Our once blessed nation now lays upon the cross being crucified, but who is carrying the blood on their hands…? Our entire earthly planet is being infected with a contagious virus that disables our ability to breathe, speak and separates us from those that we love… But who unleashed the horror that spreads rapidly throughout

Spoken Word Poetry: Poe is Out

For the longest time,she hid within the darkestpart of the secret woods,awaiting to makeher big appearance. Years ago, she escaped there,to get away from thenoisy obscurities of the world.Too much realityhad poisoned her sacred innocent soul….  (Click below to listen to “Poe is Out”) Listen to other episodes of my podcast by clicking below:

Spoken Word Poetry: “His Choice”

A few days ago, I recorded my poem, “His Choice,” about an angel who fell to grace, to save a world from despair… You can list to the poem by clicking below: https://anchor.fm/ariana-r-cherry/episodes/His-Choice-Poetry-Reading-e3u4bh Listen and read along to the poem below: His Choice It stood on the corner of its high rock cliff, peering down

Poetry : “A Soul’s Fight for Innocence”

  A Soul’s Fight for Innocence ————————————- Looking backwards in passing time, Beyond a few decades or so… Perhaps, a child’s lifetime ago… A bright-eyed soul, innocent and carefree, Walked among the Earth’s lands, Unknown to the troubles of a world, That could be…. A soul with big dreams… A soul with overflowing hope… And

…Trying to live in an “insensitive world”

Please forgive me for this post..but I need to vent and release some emotions… You may continue to read if you wish… But it isn’t necessarily a happy post….. And if you do stick around to read…thank you for “listening…” _________________________________________________ I know when we were young, our grandparents often told us how different the

Dark Inspirational Poetry: His Choice

His Choice It stood on the corner of its high rock cliff, pearing down at an aching world below…. He saw a world of havoc, pain and confusion… Love was lost in between the waves of dense fog that hung heavy in the polluted air…. Standing on the corner, Watching, waiting, It folded his hands,

Poetry: Shall I Speak?

  Shall I Speak? So many words run deep, Yet so little time… Do I spill them on the blank paper For all the blind world to see? For all a judging world to feel Through the clear looking Glass And see this unkempt reality? Or… Shall I let the percolating words simmer… Perhaps steep,

Poetry: “What If”

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

Dark Poetry: Faith in Dreary Days – in a World Gone Mad

FAITH IN DREARY DAYS in a World Gone Mad ———————- My friends, I understand that your day has become nigh for our brooding hearts have broken with a heavy sigh to our dismay. Thy moon has broken, while the stars have withered, into the darkness, our innocence grips by an insignificant thread… Day into nigh,

Dark Poetry: She Holds the Keys

She Holds the Keys In the sparkling moonlight she did lay upon the damp bare ground gazing lazily at the dancing stars. Her beauty of innocence and peace reflecting upon thy night sky. Beyond such dazzling young eyes, was a genius mind filled with everlasting stories filled of yesteryear and wisdom of centuries… An old