Poetry-By-Artsieladie

2013-10-29 [Faith.Hope.Love]: "A Little, Red Heart"

Yes, the Mayor did, to my badge box, add
A little, red heart that made me very glad.
On the day after Valentine's, such a special touch,
It made me very happy. To me, it meant so much.
But when it came time for him to admit, declare,
He chickened out, I guess he didn't dare.

For if he did say he had done the deed,
Others would have then felt a likened need
To turn on him, just like they did with me.
So it became a secret, a secret that must be
Kept from all and hidden very well,
Not to be mentioned nor to ever tell.

When I thought that leaving would truly be the best,
Because of all the cruel mockery towards me and the jest,
This angered him. He became curt,
Decided to get even with me for his own hurt,
And so he removed the little, red heart
Knowing that my own, it would tear apart.

What's so really sad about this incident,
Is in its intention, what it truly meant,
For the person who gave it was too afraid to say,
That and why he did, so near Valentine's Day.
And so the recipient, me, myself, and I,
Can only think of it now and just, sadly cry.

Not because of the little heart I lost,
But because of its repercussive cost,
Leaving me to wonder what could have been,
If only he had had the courage to say so then.
For what he didn't know, and now likely never will,
Is how much he meant to me, and even does so still.

By Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2013-08-25

2013-10-29 [Faith.Hope.Love]: "Pretend"

If you can pretend, then so can I.
These feelings between us, they're just a lie.
Your dreams of me and mine of you,
They're all fabricated. They can't be true.

My thoughts of you that seem to persist,
They're not real. They don't exist.
My concern for you, my caring,
Of the same, you aren't sharing.

There is no flicker, hence no flame,
Not even an ember to try and tame,
For there is no passion. There is no fire,
To extinguish or quench, to cause desire.

There is no longing in this heart of mine,
For you, no ache or pain. It's just fine.
So my dearest, you're off the hook,
This chapter has ended. Now close the book.

If you can pretend, then so can I,
And feelings not living, can never die.

By Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2013-09-04

2017-11-18 [Faith.Hope.Love]: "Once"

Once I saw a greatness, once I saw a heart.
Once I saw intelligence, one that was very smart.
Once I saw awesomeness, once I saw a man
That stood apart from others, I was your biggest fan.
Once I saw a charm, one that made me smile,
One that I was willing to go for, the extra mile.
Once I saw integrity, with character quite unique,
My heart lightened when your name I would speak.
Once I felt for you such deep admiration.
Once you were at the center of my inspiration.

But now it seems, I couldn't be more wrong,
For you've been singing a very different song.
I should have listened to your friends, what they had to say,
Because you are what they said, cruel in every way.
But instead I chose to place my faith in you
And now I'm reaping my rewards for what I chose to do,
And I didn't want to believe, you a selfish liar,
Just misunderstood, your goals and your desire.

Countless chances I gave you, regardless of my pain,
All I asked for was to understand, you to explain.
So many excuses I made for you, I refused to see the worst,
While you were laughing at me and with others, I, you cursed.
So as I poured my heart out, you, gave all I could for,
You just delighted in tormenting me more and more.
You steal from me, you try to ruin my name,
While, you stalk and threaten me, then on me, you lay the blame.

You think you are a god, expecting others to slave for you,
To clean up all your messes, all around you strew.
You think God is make believe, yet you desire His name,
You're just a pathetic being with no conscience and no shame.
Within you, there is no beating heart, nor a glimmer of light,
With evil lurking rampantly, you're blacker than the night.
You're nothing more than a thief, a vampiristic leech,
With a hypocritical tongue used in every word you preach.

You creep around in shadows, too cowardly to show your face,
Taunting all your victims, invading others' space.
You're ostentatious, a show-off; superficial and a snob,
With no real ambition, just a spineless, empty lob.
Yet, you think I'm going to give more of me to you?
Just one more thing, dear, try on this poetic shoe.
Ah, it fits you perfectly. It is just your size,
And so, I've uncovered your masterful disguise!

Your arrogance is profound, your highness self perceived,
But at last my eyes are opened and so, now I am relieved.
Finally I know, although it is so very late,
What you had in mind, your being is filled with hate.
But I'm not really sorry, because with love to you, I gave.
Hate holds YOU prisoner, its bondage, you're its slave.

Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2013-04-27 08:39:00 (EST)