Dolls Poems - Poems about Dolls

Decollating dolls is what Dexter did He has done it since he was a young kid Hid these doll heads in a box beside the pond Or buried them deep into grandma’s mowed lawn. When her dolls were beheaded, Susie was weirded out. She knew it was her brother, Dexter, as she began her pout. He never admitted it, laughing at...

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Between the black gutters and the painted ceilings, Dogs teach dolls how to die. Study the rot in my bicuspids, file down the calluses and watch the heartbeat Shake the skin like strychnine shivers. Whispers fill the space between the curtains, hanging from the scaffolds Hushed against the legs, porcelain and fractured, Broken down the middle. Kintsugi can’t restore the...

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I hold three magic rocks in my hand Over and over and over I roll them leaving this reality far behind Into enchanted mist, I stroll then How do I know it's magic? Because a tiny man beckons, as I pause What's going on? I try hard to think Then, Tinyman laughs, gives me a wink. I follow through a tiny green door. I'm...

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It was a wonderful experience. Creating plots and storylines, Coming up with names and voices. Moving and dressing the dolls, Styling their hair, creating a perfect image. Giggling by myself as my heart filled with joy. It’s been a few years since I’ve found joy, I’ve grown up, my world experience took away the imagination. I still play with dolls with my niece,...

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Pick out only one doll, the one you love the most of all, and another one for your younger sister who weighs less than to know how to choose, My mother used to say when I was a child. I chose and ran away, but I returned. When I grew up, my mother still used to say the...

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Glass Dolls Glass dolls in glass houses. Glass dolls with glass douses Of reality, don’t they know? That the girl who lives in fantasy Still sees a rainbow? And all the poems seem so hollow now- Because the light inside her is almost out. Because of the existence of Glass dolls in glass houses Dosed with reality, but they are so Hollow now....

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I had heard about Cabbage Patch dolls, but now they are alive…. Growing in a garden near Winsted Ranch on Highway Five They parted their leaves and began giggling when they were ready Discovered last month by their benefactor, master gardener named Freddy. He was fretting at the time about whether he could keep his farm going. Not seeing at...

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My little doll's smile is fading away a small crack in its beauty a forming decay My little doll's paint is starting to strip each colorful strand departing they'll be missed My little doll's clothes are tattered and torn worn from living and worn from the scorn My little doll is leaving a truth I rarely face My little doll is leaving her truth behind erased If I could change the world I would...

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I was a Tomboy to the core, Went to Kindergarten – hoping for more Than merely dolls and tea sets but some things Like cars and trucks, airplanes with wings All the things that make a boy’s heart sing Also brought me to dreaming of every good thing Despite the tomboy who lives inside this lass, When I entered the...

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Winged mannequins dot the forest trail, forest fairies in the dale - so lifelike in their chalkware skin, unexpected in the vale. Stumbling under their glossy gaze, lost inside a leafy maze - I back up slowly, turn and run, clawing through the morning haze. "Join us", they plead now - reaching, falling, all of them so sweetly calling "You need some flowers in your...

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My aunt Shay was creative, inventive and fun. She made dolls for us out of scraps of our clothes. It was terrific to see what she concocted and constructed. She could make things out of ribbons, yarn, bits of nothing. She was clever and playful, and the dolls reflected it. She had the personality and the childlike qualities of a...

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To all you sweet ladies of the Soup I send each one of you my love and kisses At my advanced age to feel such love It's beyond words, it's purely delicious You've no idea what you mean to me Every day I feel your love flow The happy day when I discovered the Soup My heart started to glow From that day...

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I was a successful, fancy dollmaker, but that had not always been the case, Such as a case for blossoming romance, when spring is budding everyplace. For in my inexperienced youth, I had seldom given any undertaking my all, For we must live our lives to the fullest, to make sweet memories to recall. I wasted precious time, just...

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Marionette soup comes in a midnight bowl Filled to the brim with mushroom tumbling Under the golden moon dolls cut their strings Nutcrackers on crash diets sink saltines Welcomed to float inside awhile But not included in the price of dining Russian dolls introduced to soup dive in One after another dropped into darkness Each one becomes smaller and smaller Within themselves only...

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Years before 13th birthday Sun beckons me run play In the street under golden ray With neighborhood kids on hills of clay Learning to ride bike and skate Playing kickball run chase Playing football basketball too Dodge ball softball all in June In Clanton Park we all are one Hiking green woods under red sun What to do on rainy days Play with dolls do hair...

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