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.
Onto the high desert of a low-browed world.
Lost in the me of their scratchy egos.
Doll-eyed souls raped by the gears of techno.
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
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
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
Kids play barbies and kens.
Imagining grownup scenarios and inventing pretend realities.
Distorted interpretations of everyday life.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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
dolls terrify me
faces stiff and unfeeling
soulless dead blue eyes
many creep me out
their mouths seem to be sneering
they are my enemy
here is an odd one
maniacally mean looking
wait it is just my sis
To My daughters Loubabatoul Koubra, Halima Saadiya and Maryam Jamilah
A knock on the door
Shouts from the inside
All the three running
To swoon over my knees
Laughing my lovely
Daughters
The gate to paradise
The gift from
The Messenger,
My lifelong model.
dolls with bothersome blank faces
stark staid straight expressions
make my neck hairs stand up
prideful porcelain puppets
placid, plebian and plastic
looking creepily deceased
do not put them in my room
for there is a window
and I will not hesitate to use it
Hi Kendall, thanks for the message
Common Flows
He shopped worlds as winds
Inside barrels of pen whites
Doubtful surrender tender in decree
Whole dime poignant
Deliver in tiles rebuttal
Confer disappointed moisture
Reprieve indecisive
I'm coming home within
Enjoy!
Bring your wagons, balls and dolls.
Leave your I-phones in the halls.
Your glitter and paint is welcome here.
I-pads not. They give no cheer.
Subliminal clips daily ruin your mood.
Encouraging you to be violent and crude.
Bring your wagons, dolls and balls.
Leave electronic devices in those malls.
your
beauty
is a thing
which may not launch
a thousand ships as for Helen of Troy
but your glamour would stir a million hearts
or close to that
great a sum
so think
I
but
beware
oh wondrous
creature sublime
what media makes it breaks in no time
~15 Jul 2016~
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Little sisters enthralled
in a world of fairy tale
making sense
of the universe
role playing
in teeny high heels
and glam clothes
in a big pink castle
One learns to run the show
and grows up to be a director
while the other stays
caught up in the fantasy
of her Barbie and Ken reality
AP: 2nd place 2020
No reason and no rhyme
Couldn't find the time
To fix this mess we've made
Another plan imperfectly laid
Too destructive for your own good
I'd save you, if I could
Too busy drowning in my lies
Can't you see I'm no prize
Too busy drowning in the past
Far too long these memories last
What a shame, what a crime
Couldn't find the time
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 pixie.
Running up to the runner up;
Side snear clusters,
Pearl smiles exchanged for admitting the lifelong denials.
Perfect, for what is perfect in the now?
Pressed on shirts and passed on frowns.
Speeding black shine for year long miles,
The get up to get up,
Grows fallen in the struggle;
Gold fades to brown,
Tarnished and soon to be mild.
Modern girls come anatomically correct
With diamonds in their eyes not marbles
Some come in plastic with moving parts
Made in China for a fraction of the price
Talking dolls with pull strings are cheaper
Batteries are not included with later models
Real dolls need credit cards to have and hold
From this day forward they always say I do
Boys Forts
The boys would climb up,
taking toys and making noise,
into the tall trees.
Wearing funny hats,
yelling~ were their pants on fire?
we did laugh at them.
Girls Castles
Dining room table,
with long lace cloth was our spot,
under on the floor.
Dolls were everywhere,
tea and cookies were a treat,
we were princesses.
Fading Paper Dolls
Slowly leaving things out,
important and then,
not so much.
Angry people that believe
they are slighted,
or given less value,
found wrong...
as those closer
get lost as well.
Getting older,
accidents or fate...
our memory,
our remembrances,
our lives,
the sum of...
Taken to heaven,
in our hearts,
if not fully remembered,
in our minds.
flatsie dolls pretty
in the eye of the beholder,
not for its shapely flesh
cookie cutout figures, shoes
positioned unnaturally
to their sides.
so what draws in the girly-crowd?
hair so plush, sometimes in pink
and a Shirley Temple dress
just below each cheek.
flatsies went out of style,
never glamour dolls
but bring a smile
when pinterest chances
a childhood peek.
1/30/2020
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 these headless dolls a lot.
She was angry at him most of the time calling him brat or snot.
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MEAN WOMAN
IS AN NON FOR PROFEIT
ORGANIZATION
THAT CHAMPIONS WEAKER MENS
AND WEAKER WOMEN CAUSES
AGAINST MEAN BROADS SYNDROME
THE SLANG FOR THE ORGANIZATION
IS BATTRE UNE CHIENNE
OR CUDDLE DOG SYNDRME
THE ORGANIZATION WAS FORMED
IN HARLEAM NEW YORK
IN 1932 BY AN UNKNOWN SOURCE
FUNDED BY SUPER HERO'S
FROM
BLACK HORNET
TO GREEN LANTERN,
THEY SAY EVEN
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SUPPORTED THEM
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