Best Ragdoll Poems

Choose Me.
I sit here upon this darkened sill.
Dust my meadow,cobwebs my forest.
Waiting for you to draw near.
I long for you to become my Master,
-and I your plaything.

Hold Me.
Wrap your fingers on my fiber woven flesh.
Mold me as if my body were clay.
Sculpting me to become...

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A small little maiden with a tiny little sundress
Eyes made of thread and hair made of yarn
So small and insignificant yet appealing to the eye
My little golden-haired ragdoll
Seems so small and unimportant
That you can’t see its hidden meaning
It shows that there’s beauty in everything
Even if...

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Sally was a new mum, whose baby screamed continually
Despite being fed and changed, her child continued to cry
Rocking and cooing a lullaby did not console the babe
Patience was wearing thin for Sally, a single mother
Sally was exhausted and one night she finally snapped
She snatched the...

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Rag doll, received, ready for play, except for her tatterdemalion dress.
Yet this child, of doleful tears, hugs tight her ragamuffin, sans regret.
Sweet child, with soiled cheeks, sings sweetly in whispered tweets.
The final gift ferreted from under the giving tree, was meant just for her.
She asked...

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My Ragdoll babies will soon be here
So tiny and fluffy as I know they will be
Their quite little voices you can hardly hear
Oh my goodness what sweet little dears

So playful, so funny, each capturing your heart
You will know in a moment you and your kitty...

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Ragdoll in the Cupboard has invented a magic shoe.
It’s dancing, it is jazzy, it calls to me and you.
It is sassy and smart, it is wise beyond the moon.
Buying a pretty pair of these means you are no buffoon.

She is lavender, she is purple, she...

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Connect,connect, connect
With anything that stands erect
So no one will know, I, am reject...ed
Not fit for communication
Only a little sensation
In the region of alone
Where all the bad seeds were sown
Destruction, construction - no difference
Except the unction...for a luncheon
        on...

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Mother and daughter, side by side,
Soft paws patter, eyes open wide.
Sometimes they play, sometimes they hide,
But always stay close, full of pride. 

They chase and tumble, leap and run,
Basking in the morning sun.
Sometimes they fight, sometimes they roar,
But love still grows forevermore. 

Their eyes shine...

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