Short Little Doll Poems

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....

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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....

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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......

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This is my insides
You've fought me so deep
My heart bleeding, screaming, 
My conscience you reap,
I'm like a little doll,
Glassy eyes and stiff limbs,
The Art Of Dying,
The Secret I live,
You say I'm alive,
Because I breathe this air,
But if you knew the truth,
You'd know I wouldn't dare....

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I’m your doll
My heart is made of cotton
My skin is stitched
I’m your little doll
I’m tiny when you hold me
I like to pose in your hand
You sing your lullaby
and I dance for you
Your fingers spin me around and around
and I spin for you
I’m your doll,
your pretty little ballerina doll

-e.g....

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Devastated, destroyed, i am a little toy. 
A little doll, broken, beaten.
I deserve it all, for all the scars and all the pain.
I've caused too much, I must suffer the rain.
It will not wash away my sins, but drowned me instead in them.
I wont scream, you wont hear my silent cries.
Ill take what I deserve. 
I deserve to die....

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Frozen mannequin,
Stiff jointed,
And empty eyed,
Walk, dance, move,
Discarded in January's river,
Sodden with cold,
A deadly embrace,
From the phantom within,
Pained lips and eyes,
Wild hair sticking out, 
Chipped polish, 
The clumsy dancer, 
Lost emotions, 
Drug down,
Swimming without the drugs,
Flowing only, 
Floating,
Where is your cure,
Little doll,
Where is the light?...

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I watched them
Primp and polish.
That pretty little doll
She sat quiet and still.

I watched them 
pluck and tease
 that pretty little doll
Pluck and tease.
Tease and pluck.
Her hair
Her makeup
Her clothes
All down to the last nail
Polished and shined

But when that 
Pretty little doll
Stepped into the sun
She was done.
For as it’s known
A pretty little doll
Can’t stand alone....

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She naps in her own dish,
not something that I wish
to even think about.

She’s such a little doll;
completely in her thrall,
I watch her climbing out.

Her hair is soft as silk.
She loves her mother’s milk;
of that, there is no doubt.

From barn to sleep at night,
to meadow at first light,
she walks a well-worn route.

Exploring all around,
and leaping with a bound,
she’s quite the little scout.

I’d rather eat an eel,
than have her as a meal;
I’d sure feel like a lout....

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