Toy Poems - Poems about Toy

A treasure untreasured, abandoned and forgot In a darkened closet much like a burial plot Misremembered kisses, hugs no longer felt Twisting into bitterness, where lonesome dwelt Memories wrapped in soft stuffing Threadbare keepsake suffering Cracked plastic smile full of secrets A slow darkening uniqueness Awakened within static button eyes And malevolent intent began to arise Replacing the love long since perished Within the toy once...

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When a poem you write is like a toy car, it’s all wound up (vroom vroom) to take the reader far. If it’s much too short, give the poem gas. More words are the fuel you’ll need to amass. If it’s way too long, your poem might sputter. Add it then to your other toy car clutter. When you poem, like...

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endless amusement cat chasing same mouse teaser on shoestring budget AP: 1st place 2025...

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Is my life a toy, tossed in the hands of fate? Pulled apart by cruelty, yet I refuse to break. If not vindictive, then why this cold disdain? Am I merely dust beneath your twisted game? You cast me aside like whispers in the wind, Unseen, unheard, dismissed without regret....

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Planting a seed of deceit to escape the blame, Even the blind could see the trick in that dance. Tangled deep in the web of truth-coloured falsehoods, Dodgy as a broken glass that reflects beauty. Only the trueness of its heart sees clear the truth~ Giving its forked tongue some time to rue its regret. Care nor love enough to make...

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Toddler’s expressive eyes gleam as they idle hours Oh such fun with doting parent’s gift wrapped present Yes that shared joy endemic to cherished December day ...

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Two dolls is all you need now, not 30 Our president has cleared the shelves You may pay two bucks more, but who cares?...

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Tarnished, cracked, and parched without your love. Oh, why hast thou forsaken my devotion? Your impulsivity led to my demise, accumulating dust among disused collections. ...

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Touching my face. Ordering champagne. You slide off your vow from your finger. ...

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Tricksters taking all they desire, Only to leave us wounded and broken. You don't even know how much you have lost....

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Tinkering with red and green bricks Older than legos, redoubtable fun Yesteryear’s rudimentary dream house ...

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Triviality concentrated static Overture to...

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ginger tabby cat volleyballing crinkle toy for home team tryouts AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 23, 2025...

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Say, friend, I think you're in love, just like a longing turtle dove. It feels like something from above, but is it truly so? What appears to be a jewel, might be a design to fool by one so sinister and cruel, residing down below. I'll say for you an earnest prayer, that when your soul is laid bare, you'll not find you're in...

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Rag Doll by Michael R. Burch, circa age 17 On an angry sea a rag doll is tossed back and forth between cruel waves that have marred her easy beauty and ripped away her clothes. And her arms, once smoothly tanned, are gashed and torn and peeling as she dances to the waters’ rockings and reelings. She’s a rag doll now, a toy of the sea, and...

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