Best Cinderella Poems
I Came By…
(to see you)
You don’t see me.
I see you, everyday.
I am afraid to say hello.
You may say good-bye.
I just want to ask,
if you like dinner,
have you eaten?
Do you eat?
Of course you have…
or will..
or might…
I believe I will bite my lip,
until it bleeds.
I wanted to know,
what color is your favorite?
Do you like your coffee black?
If there is cracker jacks in-the-box,
do we,
should we,
fight over the peanuts,
and split the prize,
or…
I have no courage.
I am lost,
the map…
blew out the cab window.
The ship sailed,
and left the baggage,
on the peer.
I am craving
chocolate…
It is my solution…
to the mathematical problem
of fear?
If it only added up!
Oh, flower in this crannied wall,
how did your roots prevail and sprawl
from seed that landed in a crack-
so shallow, small, in woods set back
from warm sun rays, to grow in shade
with vines about you- old and frayed?
Your blossom glows a vibrant red;
you stand out bright among the dread
of tangled sprays and dried-out brush.
Your velvet petals boldly blush
just like a ruby- precious stone-
shines on a tarnished ring, alone.
My Cinderella, come with me-
this fine glass jar- your slipper be;
a perfect fit, it shields your foot
of roots now clean of forest soot.
Soon, fertile soil you'll thrive upon-
a princess rose on my green lawn,
beside a prince who grew so tall-
and too was rescued, roots and all.
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February 5, 2023
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Cinderella thought she had found her Prince Charming,
but arriving at the palace was a bit alarming.
Cinderella found it rather absurd,
how each room had women from all over the world.
Then he gave her a dustpan and sweeping brush,
told her:
"Clean the kitchen and then make sure the toilets flush."
Now Cinders, had just escaped her ugly sisters,
she was a bit fed up of cleaning with blisters.
What ever happened to their 'happily ever after?'
Her dreams of love had turned into a total disaster.
Now there's only so far you can push someone,
all a girl wants is to be free and to have some fun.
There was no way she was going to live in another hell,
gathered all the other women and pleaded:
"Lets rebel."
They all got together with their sticks and brooms,
told Prince Charming he can clean his own rooms!
He spent all day scrubbing the toilets clean -
whilst Cinderella sat on the throne as queen.
she paints lipstick
mother's red
on her sunken face
careful not to smear
the edges of tears
...a kiss upon her cheek
she tries to scrub
her unkempt soul
with the filth
upon the floor
her hands bloodied
trailed in pink suds
she watches
as she shines
the windows
tiny leaves twirling
gracefully
in autumn's breeze
as if in dance
with a prince
she dreams
of pumpkin carriages
drawn by horses
as she twirls thoughts
pretending the rags
are sunday's best dress
she gasps
beneath sobs
in heavy sighs
even "cinderella"
went to the ball
she shivers
beneath the chants
through the halls
where even the echoes
have forgotten her name
When the party’s over, the rising sun shines, with all eyes squinting
Make-up smeared on face’s, some have slimy snail skin
A woman waiting for a gent to light her cigarette, just hinting
Last thing she remembered the drink in her cup sink’n in
Alas a smoke from the one glaring all night, even his lighter is glinting
That night she lost her balance, her head, and her Gucci slipper
Though in costume, she didn’t feel like Cinderella anymore
Drunk-on champaign they went out to the marina for a dipper
Everyone dancing all night, felt great, with music galore
At the stroke of midnight, on a yacht, a first mate and his skipper
Swirling in gay abandon in her party dress, putting on a show
The first one to leave is deemed a killjoy in this circle fest
They pulled an all-nighter, ‘neith the shroud of the moon’s luscious glow
The first one to leave the event, was weary, in the state of unrest
The sun is setting, the party is ending, a new day calls, a caravan in tow
All of her life
She just wanted to meet him,
He doesn’t even know she exists
All she can do is dream.
As she grows up without anything to remember him
She tries to stay strong,
She’s always thought what it would be like
To have that father/daughter bond.
She’s all grown up now
And she’s getting ready on her special day,
At the end of the reception she sees a tall handsome man
It’s her father and she has no words to say.
The music starts playing and he grabs her hand
He ask her to give him this chance,
To spin his Cinderella around
As they finally get their Father/Daughter dance.
Cinderella Bites Back
Joanna Davis
Once upon a story; in a fairy tail.
Lived a shy and lonely girl,
Who's friends were Mop and Pail.
She was really quite a clever girl,
But suffered hate and spite.
Until an invitation came,
And she wished with all her might!
‘if only I could go to the ball,’
She cried, when no one was around.
Then out of a tiny hole,
She heard the faintest sound.
'Of course, you can go to the ball,
What makes you think you can't?'
'Just because that witch said no,
Doesn’t mean you shan’t!'
'But my dress is in rags,
My feet dirty and bare.
There's nothing in my closet,
That I could really wear'.
‘Don't worry’, said the little mouse,
For I know just the thing.
By the time I've finished,
You’ll have a wedding ring.
'Oh no’, said Cinderella,
That's not what I had in mind.
I was rather hoping for a career;
A chance to serve mankind.
The mouse thought for a moment,
Sized up her situation.
'It’s not a wardrobe you need,
It’s an education'!
So when you read this story,
Or listen to this tale.
About a sad and lonely girl,
with a mop and pail.
Remember, that the dream you wish,
Or star, you hope to find.
Has always been there with you,
Tucked safely in your mind!
Mirror Mirror
Do not lie. I know that you want to.
I know that you may need to.
I am broken, and soon…
You will be too.
Fairy tales they fill us up as kids.
Happy endings and forever’s, that have no end.
Beauty did not tame the beast,
Cinderella never wore shoes of glass,
she walked across it instead, to make life better for her kids.
Real moms don’t give up. We are not allowed.
We are cut from the cloth that has no seam allowance.
From the time our child is born until we close our eyes,
We will remember, they were ours, a gift for only a time.
Families ripped apart, regardless of the reason,
It is only for a season.
Space and time, they are the same.
A heart can contain much, in such a small room.
Stand in the food line, work two jobs.
Friends tell you, “go back to school”. (when? between work, life, and sleeplessness)
They have the best ideas, perfect lives and the kindest wishes.
Yet prayers, powerful, consistent and complete.
Ever He listens specifically.
Closely, He gathers what is needed, whom to send.
Then the morning sun rises,
the ugliness of shadow, dispersed…
the gloom of certain failure…diminished… into dust.
On the wall? Who is the fairest…
Any (all) daughter(s) of the king.
He has learned to earn joy from paying sorrow's fee
He has learned to turn and fight and never to flee
He has unloosed the burden of false royalty
Cast off at low-tide to be swept out to sea
His bended back straightens to a minute degree
He walks a bit taller, a better man to be
With nothing to lose now, with no guarantee
A battle-scarred prince bows to one shaky knee
At last feeling worthy to request it of thee
To slip on your slipper, it fits, you will see
CINDERELLA GOLDENROD
The June garden is overflowing with summer colour.
The dresses are gorgeous. The Prince is dazzled.
In the corner, Cinderella in drab green looks sad;
But the clock ticks. In August, the Prince of the Sky
Will see her clusters of emberglowing yellow flowers.
She’ll be the belle of the ball.
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Note. All gardeners love the bright, late showing of Goldenrod, after the other flowers have gone.
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10/24/2018
Plain as she can be
She who sat next to me
Freckled with horn rimmed glasses
And late to all her school classes
An outcast, she thought by her peers
Dwelling on her chronic fears
Not wanting to be noticed
As like the beauty and grace of the lotus
Flying under the radar screen
Hoping she would not be seen
Blending into the background
One day she blossomed and was found
Like Cinderella and her glass slipper
Not even a prince could resist her
Suddenly she became a swan
One that others lavishly fawn
CINDERELLA WHAT NOW
I’ve often seen you zoom past Mars,
Blonde hair flowing and blowing
In the breeze of the milky way,
And its trillions of stars.
I so longed for you to be mine,
I imagined us sitting in the curve of the moon
As it slowly began to wane,
And we watched planet earth beneath us,
And the gods of the seas sending tides
Out, splashing foaming and dancing,
Raging, loving that God and the Moon,
Chose mother nature to run this chore,
By being bossy and certainly imposing!
Mystery girl what is your name,
Is it true you are called Cinderella,
You must be the fourth generation,
And according to the invitation
To the ball, your great grandparents were,
Prince Charming and Cinderella
The rich prince and the poor cinder girl
With whom Prince Charming fell in love.
And now you have all the wealth you need,
Choose me, tell your dad what you really want,
And take, a slight tumble,
Learn to become a little humble.
You have captivated my being,
Only of you do I dream.
I know you’re from Venus and hot,
Many suitors you have got,
From Jupiter, Mercury and Uranus,
And Saturn, which one of us
Will it be,
For I want to marry you,
I have no jewels
To offer like the others,
I am not poor, and will cherish you,
And give you a good life,
As my wife.
Only love and devotion,
From my heart with emotion.
Pretty lady all will be disclosed
At the Ball, at which your father
Will name the lucky man.
You are stunning,
But for whom are you gunning?
The night arrives, all the eligible
Young men invited from every planet,
Arrive in high tech space ships,
Engineered to impress,
Like your emerald studded green
Much admired ball gown, gems in excess,
Never in History has such a gown
Been seen before,
I’m on an emotional seesaw,
Your green eyes seem cold,
And your manner distant and bold.
The suitor finally named, Prince Zuma
From Jupiter and you will be
Wife number ten.
You must think long and hard
About this wedding,
You will be part of a harem,
I whisper in her ear,
I am leaving this pretentious scene
I’m afraid this match might
have a sad ending,
You, being the subject of this plight.,
Should you need me, contact details
In the hem of your pricey dress.
Think hard, your life has
Become quite a mess,
Money has become your master,
You are not thinking of forever after.
I’m Prince Charming to your Cinderella
I’ve known it deep in my heart
That no dragon, nor serpent
Nor witch’s potion
Would dare to keep us apart
We were sisters, but more like Cinderella and the ugly sister variety ...
and of course you always made me feel like I am the ugly one!
I’ve done so much for our parents for years
but you got all the glory ... and the privileges
A house, private college education, a car
Enough money to open a bank!
You weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth
More like a solid gold coal shovel!
Everything I own I’ve worked my butt off to get -
holding down 5 part time jobs to buy my first car
I appreciate every single thing we own
You’ve lived on benefits for over 30 years
Oh and of course of bank of mummy and daddy
Yet when dad died
You lied and cheated and only thought of ME ME ME
Perhaps you should get an Oscar for your performance!
Believe me I wouldn’t swap places with you for the world
Forgiveness feels like a rotted grave ... you can rot in yours forever
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6/3/18