Best Dollhouse Poems

~Dollhouse~
(Sonnetina Rispetto)


I just love my pretty dollhouse  
In it keep my dolls but no mouse   
My dolls are so special to me 
Some are very old but still nice 
Many cost dear have high tag price 
Clown dolls make me smile and...

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My first grandchild was turning three,
sweet girl with a motherly bent.
The perfect present seemed to be
a dollhouse; so, shopping we went.
She found one not by accident -
real bells for the front and back door,
three stories, carpet on the floor
two-car garage, a three bedroom,
kitchen and bath....

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Our grandkids have a dollhouse,
A gift we did provide,
With furniture and little folk 
To fill the rooms inside.

It's used a lot, quite lovingly,
Yet every time we come,
It all looks topsy-turvy,
Which defies my rule of thumb.

I take five minutes worth of time 
To neaten up the...

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A dollhouse is a palace
    to an angelic girl of four
  
  O, let her live there forever
    innocent of trap doors...

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They see you and they want you
They take you and then play with you
They move you and they use you
Then they get bored and leave you

They lie about you, they tell stories
They play the victim and have no worries
You’re the bad guy, cause you fought...

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The dollhouse was a gift from us
For Chanukah, one year.
Our grandkids played a lot with it
And that’s why it’s still here.

On Fridays, when we babysit
(Though mostly they’re in school)
I do a bit of straightening,
But just in minuscule.

For I like when the dollhouse
Has its furniture all...

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Two girls were in the country when they found
an eerie house with nothing else around.
They went inside and then knew right away
this was no house where they should ever stay.

Old, broken dolls were scattered everywhere.
But worse than that was what was living there.
It was a...

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Quite on the hill. Faceless children run around by a cave who calls them in with a signal straight and gazed. Walking a concurrent line with a retinue firefly disperse into a dome with a small wooden house in the middle. The great white and...

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Ken’s chest cracked open.
He’s on the table thinking of his doll.
A heart pillow clutched to his chest.

Barbie’s lost it. The fridge on fritz.
Ken should have handled this mess.

A tiny phone with a coiled cord
and she dials him up. Mr. Fix it
to the rescue, has her...

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My love said to meet him at three
where steaks were the best that could be, 
the chophouse.

I waited a long time and then
checked his firm before searching in
the courthouse.

Maybe drinks with clients for biz?
I checked a fave place for this, his
posh clubhouse.

Nothing, was he up...

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Picturesque and simple with sweet little windows,
Tidy guestrooms beside stylish bedrooms,
A kitchen straight out of a home catalog,
All contain inside plastic walls.
Blush, copper, teal walls leading to a bathroom,
Cobalt blue hibiscus designs on matching tea sets,
Coordinating furniture in every room.
Delicate and perfect from the roof...

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