Dollhouse Poems - Poems about Dollhouse

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 yellow king nested in his throne of groveling worms. A...

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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 giant, ugly-looking man who chased them while grunting. The poor girls...

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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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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 neat And every little figure’s In a bed, a crib or seat. I...

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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 and Midge scurrying to find a tool. Healing qualities, he almost loosens...

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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 to the garden. Impeccable ideal home, a tangible version of home. A...

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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 to no good somewhere no man does as he should - the...

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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 place, A task the long-lost child in me Does readily embrace. And once...

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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 back They break you and turn your soul black In the end...

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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. Who could want more? Memories on the breeze presumed. She had moved...

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~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 glee I just love my pretty dollhouse In it...

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