Short Doll Poems
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A doll’s eyes ripped out
Torn dress and a faded face
Used and forgotten
Trodden into the concrete
Till she is found in the street
Here I am
a wind-up doll
Now almost run down
Wondering why
I was so wound up
Something in the world
~ I'd found
Doll
A little doll with wonderful blue eyes
Waits in the shop for a new friend
Who will pay even a high price
To bring her home and play with her.
mentally battered limp and torn,
stuffing ripped out - self esteem gone,
verbally punched my spirit is low,
I.ll stitch myself together and find a new home.
She lives on my shelf
Older than me
Her wise eyes love on me
Gift from great grandmother
Pink little dress and black glassy ahoes
She is mine and I am hers
A rag doll was left
Alone in the showcase of
A reknown toy store
Until a day a girl chose
It as its favorite toy
Nayda Ivette
1-4-2016
veined-leaf dewy shoe
buckles and heel small flow’rs
lilac, snowy rose
curlicues and baby’s breath
for fashionable faerie
8/7/2020
Her little feelings so fragile.
Secrets she whispers in her doll's ear.
Blanket and her fears soothed.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Curly brown hair,
rosy cheeks,
soft blue eyes,
a pretty smile,
a velvet dress flowing,
lace socks,
shiny shoes.
This is a little porcelain doll and she is mine.
Form:
Opening the nesting doll was an ache
Overturning it and began to shake
Was all full of dirt
Got all over my shirt
It was the urn of grandma, my mistake
Little doll
Too long forgotten on the shelf
Glassy eyed and cold
Cracked porcelain
Faded light
Say goodbye
Little doll
Too alone by herself
Gone to sleep
Finally peace...
the classic doll in woolen overcoat
her kitten heels skipping along waxed floor
her baby bobbing along in her little fist
glassy eyed and painted smile of happiness
12/8/2018
when the lights dim the doll dances
enjoying her attic cell
terrifying the humans
there are reluctant footsteps
attic light is turned on
doll is frozen in place
giving away nothing
Burgundy devil doll of Dumpkins City,
You are intimidating but amazingly pretty.
We have heard that you can also be a tiny bit witty.
But we are afraid of you , me and my cat, Itty Bitty.
Floating
as kites,
it rises
above,
the paper doll
wanders through
the endless night.
Entered in nette onclaud's contest,
" Septolet The Puppet "
written by Andrew Crisci
on 9/23/ 2012
I am A cuddle Dog Doll
My world is more than Cuddling
I am a Cuddle Dog Doll
Masked Or painted
I am the greatest ever
I'm a Cuddle Dog Doll!
by you are a pig, cause I know everything!
Mushroom doll heads bobble when they walk.
They wear mismatched clothing and barely one sock.
They shriek and they whistle when they try to talk.
Sometimes I wish to put them back under their rock.
There are forty-eight dolls in this guest room
I see them staring at me
Many wear porcelain bonnets
They are statues with accusing faces
I wonder if they came from Salem
I feel they have come for me
A most popular dolly was Sindy
Her outfits were terribly skimpy
Tiny waistline was drastic
With huge boobs made of plastic
She’d get blown over if it were windy!
31st May 2016
Willie a winking velvet snowman doll delights me in a way
He came to live with me on a blizzard-laden day
Not likely to melt at all, he is made of material so warm.
Loving him to pieces has not brought me any harm.
Susie Ann
I have a baby dolly her name is Susie Ann
I love my baby dolly and do everything I can
When my babies hungry she says baba
When my baby needs me she says mama
She closes her eyes and cuddles close to me
A girl so picturesque, so very sweet
A heart so tender, to know it is a treat.
We are here to catch you when you fall
To pick you up and mend you, doll.
All you are we shall defend
For you are quite a cherished friend.
This sweet doll has caught my eye.
Do they allow women to exist that look this fine?
She has my attention and I can tell you why.
This goddess has an appearance that looks divine.
Just like many other guys, I want to make her mine.
Triviality concentrated static
Overture to a long trending collaboration
Yare are the toys in the attic
I use to have a paper doll,
once upon a time.
She had bubble gum matted hair
and veins filled with turpentine.
Her dress was sequenced Percocet,
that went passed her knees.
She spent her time smoking cigarettes,
to medicate her anxiety.