Short Dolls Poems
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Meinchef hides his nesting dolls
Afraid his wife would be mad
In the Kremlin’s palace walls
Prettiest dolls he’s ever had.
Our cat in the hat will be ok, For our pretty chillin's we must pray, We want it round the udder whey, We want back our baby dolls...ok
girl's playful sundress
matching hot pink sunglasses
~ tea time with her dolls
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on May 27, 2018
You really can’t blame Barbie dolls
For always ignoring Ken’s calls
For it’s obvious that
The poor kid was flat
And GI Joe had all the balls
Two dolls is all you need now, not 30
Our president has cleared the shelves
You may pay two bucks more, but who cares?
Like fresh fruit skin in dry weather
Luscious looks can't hold together
A face takes a hit
From a cigarette lit
And a plum becomes fruit leather
My dolls are not from ******* CHINA
Porcelain faces are on my *** DOLLS
Both have brown hair, they ** ARE
In my office. They are ****** BEAUTIFUL
the door swings open
many personalities
this kitchen i'm in
gunfighters spittoons
the prepped dolls all buttered up
frigid air humming
hearts of glass
hurled through air
in pieces
plastic idols
nesting dolls
caned by fear
opaque tears
swept beneath
smiling lacquer
silhouetted space dolls
helmets made of
lead plummet
back
hard
fast
bloody ground
cut now in recognised
shapes cold embrace
of purpose
of familiarity
Crumpled to the ground once again
Overcome by life's despair
Like corpses we lie here
All broken like dolls
Painfully tossed
Shamefully
Ended
Dead
10-12-15
Though English girls play with their dolls
A Scot lass just loves stroking balls
'tis a sight to be seen
When they're out on the green
You see how their tea caddy falls
It doesn't matter man, poetry is just what it is....
Litening unto one of my favourite all time bands
Their Goo Goo Dolls and love's, Black Balloon: in tune
No, screw the rhyme
Form:
Gamine Gert got on well with boys
She blew up dolls and the rest of her toys
We used to call gals like her tomboys in my day
She is wiring the house now; Gamine Gert don’t play.
Take me back to an innocent day
when hula hoops and roller skates held sway
Pop-tarts, Hostess cupcakes, snowballs and twinkies
girls played with dolls, and boys with slinkies
cartoon dolls
devour my time
laughing at my angst
soothing away troubles
I have not come to terms with
Luckily with my art and poetry I no longer have to face them fully
Don`t try to be nice.
Don`t use many “smiles”.
Don’t try what is false.
Do you think I need dolls?
There`s no need to be nice,
To be wise or use smiles.
Can I be what I am?
And can you do the same?
Form:
sun pours
molten gold
sky in throes of passion-
the day dolls in
black dress
~"Let's get creative with Haiku
contest by Constance La France.
~03/18/21
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 fragile doll sits with her back to the glass
slowly sinking in sand that fights through the funnel
one grain at a time it replaces threads from the spindle
an agonizing process with no option to deny
Ugly Dolls
Have a doll
Her name is Pearl
She is not a pretty girl
Nose is stubby
Eyes are gray
Clothes are old
Hair stubbly hay
She’s not pretty
Clothes aren't smart
Her crooked smile
Has hooked my heart
Humankind are babies
lying naked on earth mat
playing with blind dolls
fighting blowing winds
enjoying imaginary things
boxing angrily cruel waves
laughing at their foolishness
in lifelong times on earth
How in Anyone's Name Can This Be?
Laid out in
Uneven lines
On the road
In the dirt
Little, swaddled
Dishevelled wraps
Uneven in size
Stiff little bundles
Empty inside
Like dolls
'Cept they're not
what delight!
what delicious pleasure to see
my toes all painted pink
Joy! Happy daisy child song
skip & dance through puddles smiling
lollipops & baby dolls
tea parties & ruffled bottom
girly girl
pink toe nails
4/2011
The ebony boots should have tripped ‘em,
glamour locked in a snapshot.
Party was dead ‘til
dolls showed up.
Owned
that
hard wood floor.
Pink polka dot stripes,
so busy but they worked it.
A hit with that white hot smokey eye.