Short Ariana Poems

My name is Keri
And I love my life
But I'd love it much more
if Ariana Grande was my wife...

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"Who do you want to be?"
Said he to she.

"Who do I want to be?
I want to be ME!"

-Ariana Kulikov 2015...

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Nickelodeon’s Ariana Grande
Sings like the delicate blossoms in May
Yet the singing bird is often heard
As the dancing diva to kiss the herd...

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Ariana Grande, a gorgeous talented lady
A songbird from heaven, a voice smooth as gravy
Notes exquisite
Phrasing so delicate
Her sultry vibes are velvety and chocolaty...

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I'm not a fan of today's music scene
BUT if you've never heard Ariana Grande sing
You're in for a treat
Pure voice so complete
A glorious songbird you'll know what I mean...

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Butterflies and bees
Buzzing and bouncing
Both love pollen
On a beautiful summer's day.

Thus buzzing and bouncing
Are not great habits
Especially when us humans
Are out and about.

-Ariana Kulikov 2015...

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Limited Earth
Limited Life
Limited people
With unlimited numbers

Limited joy
Limited laughs
Limited happiness
With unlimited lifetimes

Limited me
Limited you
Limited friendships
But unlimited friends

-Ariana Kulikov 2016...

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Winter is here
The cold is near
Snuggle up tight,
Hold no fear

The snow falls down
As you gain and icy crown
A princess you are,
Of the crystal clear town

In other countries it may change
From snow to rain
But still,
It's all the same

Winter is here

-Ariana Kulikov 2016...

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Spider's Silk

Stealthily and silently, the spider waits,
For its well-deserved prey.

In its web it sits and creates,
A figure that'll sway and sway.

But when the right time comes for a spider to rest,
When it's completely, only for the best;

The pixies and elves come out to play,
As if the dawn of a new day.

-Ariana Kulikov 2015...

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It feels thorny to the touch, though the flower itself is as soft as silk.

It smells sweet and fresh as it sits alone in the damp soil.

It looks like a deadly trap; it's so colourful and diverse.

You can hear the sound of buzzing bees trying to collect its sweet pollen.

It tastes bitter and rustic, like an old memory.

A five senses poem by Ariana Kulikov, 2015....

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The ocean is strong,
The ocean is beautiful,
But if you abuse it,
It could become hell.

It's full of life,
It's full of colour,
But there is only one,
It could drag you down under.

You could be surviving,
You could be thriving,
You could be at the tip of lightning;

But we all know the ocean is strong,
So please don't treat the ocean wrong.

-Ariana Kulikov 2015...

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They came from near and far with smiling faces
and a skip in their step with excitement growing inside.

Daughters and sisters waving parents goodbye, their big night
a chance to be alone with Ariana Grande

I weep at what was to follow
smoke, heat and molten metal,
engulfed them where they stood.

Some shall never grow old
and we must never forget
one night in Manchester....

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We are down on the ground
Our feet are down on the ground
Our minds never reach the sky
They too, are on the ground

We have tried to reach the world up above
Rockets, airplanes, helicopters
They would never have reached it
They too, are on the ground

What no one truly understands
Is that the world up above
Isn't in the sky
It is merely in our minds

-Ariana Kulikov, 2016...

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It came to me in a dream
That i will not succeed 
If I answer all questions right

Some answers are correct
But not all are the right to say

It came to me in a dream
That some people don't care
For any of my troubles

They may just walk past
Or not even notice

It came to me in a dream
The future ahead
That was unknown to me

I just don't know what parts
That I should trust

-Ariana Kulikov 2016...

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Music is an art-like thing,
I can hear the chimes go ding-a-ling.
It's as easy as 1,2,3,
To people like you and me.

No need for sheets with notes on them,
Just a voice and a shiny pen.
Let your heart flow out with colour,
Your stress will go away and slumber.

Music allows you to lay low,
Though you can hear it on the radio.
You can make people shine on stage,
And break free from the darkened cage.

-Ariana Kulikov 2015...

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I climbed the highest mountain to reach the icy dew
Slayed the mighty dragon, I did,
But it was only for you.

If I were to be immortal, here is where i'd stay
To stay with you means everything,
Never, I would stray.

But to be immortal means only one thing,
I would leave you behind,
Never to hear you sing.

If I had a choice, mortal would be it.
Why would I be different?
For you, this choice mightn't fit.

-Ariana Kulikov 2016...

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There was a time of mystery and magic
When sorcery was not only practiced
But feared all around 

Kings, queens and kingdoms alike
Were not aware that this magic
could do not only good, but evil

Some people had to hide themselves
Their community just didn't allow
For magic dwellers to be around

These were the magical times
From which was full of mystery and magic
But many of these sorcerers
May still be around

-Ariana Kulikov 2016...

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I can hear your call,
But I can't reach out.
I can see you cry,
But I can't hear your voice.

Tremendous fear,
There is no escape.
Magnificent terror,
I can't see the light.

I need to break free,
From this unknown world,
The cage is locked,
And only you can unlock it.

Break all the doors,
I don't care.
Just something to save me,
Meet no despair.

Now that you're free,
I hope you're happy,
I guess I'll never be saved.

-Ariana Kulikov 2015...

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Ink to the page; it's a marvellous thing,
Like rainbows and chocolate and tinkering.
When my pen hits the page my soul is flowing,
With ideas to keep the universe going.

I love it, it's true!
So old, yet so new.
My mind is an author,
No one ever knew.

If you were to ask me;
"What do you want to be?'
It is obvious, wondrous, as you can see.

Ink to the page; it's a marvellous thing,
Like rainbows and chocolate and tinkering.

-Ariana Kulikov 2015...

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When the sun comes down and night time wakes,
The first thing I do is simple;
I look out the window for trees and lakes,
And spot a golden thimble.

I fill it with dreams and hope they come true,
As the starry night swallows me,
With amazing sights that can't be two,
And a wondrous night's lead.

As I close my eyes and set my mind to rest,
I cannot understand,
Why all nights can't be at their best,
And reveal this magical land.

-Ariana Kulikov 2015...

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The children at night;
They cry,
For their loved ones are ill,
From the fumes our hunger produces.

They dream of a world for happiness,
Joy and imagination;
For many memories could be created
From this electronic wasteland.

Think of the things we could make;
Planes that fly.
Think of the things we could do;
Metal that talks.

Don't kill our home,
Our family, our hope,
For we can do many things
With this electronic wasteland.

-Ariana Kulikov 2015...

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My wings may be tattered,
That doesn't mean I can't fly.
I may be small,
That doesn't mean I can't reach the tallest mountains.

Dead might I be,
It means not that I cannot live life to the fullest.
It means not that I cannot have love,
Friendship and knowledge.

If no one was left,
No one at all,
I would still be here
Standing proud and tall.

But If I were to lose you;
Tattered, my wings would be.
Small, dead, lonely inside
Would I be.

-Ariana Kulikov...

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Who will shirk me of this load 
The garment so heavy I'm weak
Heaven in cry, world in bleak
Like wet rag, cloth I wear
The sorrow, the pains I bear
Heavy it is to carry, these tears
In fear I saw them cold 
Cold, cold, in tons and folds
Glum the faces of elderlies
In cold, in tears, it's over
Subdued is me, Manchester 
But strong these kids hola 
To terror face they sang
In smiles, in cries, in smiles
Above cowardly acts we are
Thank you kids, thank you, Ariana...

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