Ragdoll Poems - Poems about Ragdoll

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 bright, like skies so blue, So full of love, so pure...

Continue reading...

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 sparkles just so. If you have two of them on your...

Continue reading...

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 the veranda ...

Continue reading...

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 wailing infant from her crib Shook her like a rag doll...

Continue reading...

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 it’s a small insignificant ragdoll ~10/24/17 Poem written for 6-8 contest by...

Continue reading...

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 of her mother, who listened feverishly, then perished forever. How odd,...

Continue reading...

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 your precise fit. I am incomplete,an unfinished creation. Grip my form,so I...

Continue reading...

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 will never part Once you cradle this bundle of joy close...

Continue reading...