Long Toy Poems
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It always hurts to lose someone
Especially if you love them so
But sometimes it is meant to be
There is a loss that you can’t see
A loss of joy, inspiration and peace
A loss of goodness, faith and dreams
A loss of all those things that make
You know you’re loved unconditionally
It always hurts to lose one you love
But sometimes love simply is not enough
Your love is taken for granted and thrown
To the birds where it lands on fields of
Disillusionment, discord and despair
All the anxiety that might be so rare
That it feels like you must have been there
Where love was thrown away like a old toy
No longer useful to the child playing games
It always hurts to lose someone you love
But, in all honesty, it is sometimes for the best
Some people are fake straight to the core
And don’t deserve the tender love you bestow
Some people don’t see the gift of your heart
As something worth cherishing above an addiction
And they’ll let you go for the cost of a pill
Reminding you that their love brings a chill
When I was younger, I had this toy
a small raggedy dog with floppy ears and a painted-on smile.
The kind that always looked happy, even when it wasn’t.
I carried it everywhere, but not the way you’re supposed to.
I dragged it by the leg, tossed it in puddles,
forgot it in the sandbox when snack time came.
I called it my favorite, but I didn’t treat it like that.
I wasn’t angry. I just didn’t know how to be gentle.
And toys don’t cry. They don’t flinch. They just take it.
So I didn’t think it mattered.
But then, years later, I found it again.
Buried in a box, will toys long forgotten,
dirt still clinging to its wool.
And something in me sank.
I picked it up like it was made of glass and not stuffing,
held it like a secret I’d forgotten I told.
Its smile hadn’t changed. But I had.
Suddenly, I wanted to say sorry.
Not just for the toy, but for all the things
I didn’t know how to love gently.
For all the people I thought would stay
no matter how rough I was with them.
Sometimes I think that’s how we learn.
By hurting something before we realize
what it means to care.
And that little dog, that broken, quiet thing,
Taught me more about love than any book ever did.
That the hardest part is looking at something
you should’ve loved better, and realizing
it’s too late to try again.
I think we learn how to care
a little too late sometimes.
More than a soft toy,
Is a childhood friend of mine,
He's been here for ten years,
Maybe even eleven,
Why do I feel such connection,
Towards you?
You've been in most of my memories,
Grown beside me,
Is that the reason why?
When i sang a song for the first time,
Or when you consoled me in the darkest nights,
Is it because, i shared my everything with you,
Even my childhood and heart?
Oh my dear lovely jaguar,
I still remember when I hugged you while sleeping,
On the day I got you when I was five,
I just want you to know,
I still do this now.
You're my snuggling partner,
My first friend,
And my whole childhood,
My dear friend.
A far fetched story
Of toys and factories.
Designed and made for a purpose.
Children relate as entertainment
Adults as memories.
Only two buttons lifted the plane
A miracle performed by God.
Touched gun even before touching pen
A politician? Or a villian?
Dressed as a soldier
A soldier enjoying life.
Seems impossible, right?
Next day washed and kept safely.
But the stains of memories didn't get off.
They are more difficult to wash.
More than blood stains.
Brainlessly removed the pin of the grenade,
Ten,Nine,Eight
No one is afraid.
It's obviously a fake
A toy indeed.
Seven, Six,five
If it was real , would I have survived?
Or would I have died?
What about my family?
My house?
How would they survive?
Four, Three, Two
I can't run in these imaginary shoes.
I'm glued.
How should I move?
One, Zero.
No one became my hero.
Surprisingly it didn't explode.
It was a toy indeed.
lit up with the power to attract and excite
and framed by a window of the toy shop that night
a miniature world of trains, bridges and hills
took my mind off the cold from the late autumn chills.
there were signals that moved and tables that turned
and lights in the engines as if coal had been burned
frustrated by others who had gathered there too
I pushed them aside for a much better view.
I stood there transfixed and stared through the glass
at the landscape of plaster and fields of fake grass
I watched as the locos passed by on the track
to then vanish through tunnels somewhere at the back.
there were small plastic figures all standing in line
frozen on platforms and frozen in time
they weren't duly bothered they'd missed the last train
safe in the knowledge it would be round again.
Christmas was near and if things worked out right
I'd be playing with trains Christmas morn, noon and night
but I let out a sigh before turning to go
- I had already asked and my wife had said "no".
Oldest possession, I hold dear
Loved since I was just a year...
Doggy mine, always kept near
Red fur rubbed bare, from baby's care
Endless loving gaze, his gentle brown eyes stare
Deepen lullaby dreams, a young childhood fair.
An updated journal rhyming acrostic poem
Written by Bj Legros Kelley
May 12, 2019
Photo was taken
By
Anna Marie Kaianah
Used by permission.
With her photograph entitled
"Grammy's Pen and Babyhood Friend"
Copyright 1/25/2023
Some keep a blanket or an item of sentiment
Which holds deeper purpose than what was meant.
On the surface you are a soft brown dog
With a gentle face and floppy ears.
But you are much more to her than a soft toy.
You were a friend in her earlier years.
To her you were living, listening and real
As she expressed her world through her young eyes.
She dressed you in her clothes and hugged you tight
As you soothed her sorrow and silenced her cries.
She felt that you were her only friend
For you were there by her side.
Her confidant, her close companion
There was nothing from you she would hide.
Though teddies were required for a teddy bear picnic,
You were always her only choice.
Although she had teddies and other soft toys,
Your name would sound in her voice.
The child within cherishes this bond
The one existing between toy and kid.
Her adult self perceives what the child doesn't see,
This friendship is inanimate, one sided...
But why should it matter? For a purpose it serves.
The child feels comforted by something that's hers.
Something has you really dazed
You seem lost and kind of phased
Confused, hurt and really blue
Tell me what happened to you
What made you feel like this
Taking away all your bliss
Leaving you in a weird place
There's a look upon your face
That is new--your eyes are blank
It's like somebody took a crank
Winding you up--letting go
Watching your emotions flow
From a wound up shattered heart
That has been bruised by a shot
Of despair and heartache
Leaving you to bend and break
By a person that can hold
The master key--turning you cold
From the frigidness of steel
Stuck in your back as you feel
A twirl of emptiness and loss
Take that key out--try to toss
The memories in your mind
Hallucinations will not wind
You up if you find
It is just all from a time
Of a bad and upset past
Shake it out it will not last
Reality will soon shine through
Happiness heading back to you
Don’t play with my heart
You mischievous boy
I know what you want
You just want a toy
Don’t try to be cute
Don’t try to be sweet
You just want to eat
A sugary treat
Then lick your fingers
And be on your way
Well, listen up boy
Hear now what I say
Yes, I am yummy
And yes, I am FINE
But, please, do beware
Before you do dine
If you have your meal
And then disappear
I’ll give you a kick
A box in the ear
I’ll maul you alright
Make you worse for wear
Fiercer than any
Deranged mama bear
You can fight, but dear
You don’t stand a chance
I’ll cut you down cold
And over you prance
Then lock you away
And swallow the key
Oh baby, don’t mess
Don’t you mess with me!
With all that you know
Do you want to touch?
I’m standing right here
You want me so much?
Right now I’ll be good
And purr and be coy
Because truth be told
You are MY toy boy!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Inspired by Becca :)
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 kindergarten class
I was met with a doll, Raggedy Ann - while
This new teacher, with her kindest smile
Offered me Ms. Raggedy – I accepted her
Despite the thoughts that came in such a blur
This is mutiny, revolution… this could create
A uprising in my soul, but patient, I’d wait…
Ms. Raggedy, once I’d secreted her beneath
My desk - I realized that, once lost, I’d bequeath
Her to my friend – since then, I’ve decided to become
A poem writer – writing about the lost doll who would overcome
The tomboy who had won her as a trading tool
This lost doll who she’d market became the best in school!