Dolls

Left locked up in a box

Called useless, dead, and old

Dresses once loved, now torn

Faded is the hair, once gold

Some arms are now loose

Houses now faded and dusty

The silver screws on the windows 

Now totally red and rusty

I remember those long evenings

They were silent friends I had

Now looking back on those days

I do admit, I feel sad

What cruel fate dolls have!

Living their life being played with

When not needed, tossed away

Into the trashcan to be done over with

Author's Note

something i wrote about the cruel fate of dolls. poor dolls, made, played with, and when girls grow up, they're left. I regret doing the same with my old dolls when I was younger.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A lucky doll could find a new home with daughter of the girl who grew up. I like the desire and the purpose of the story. I kept my daughters dolls put away. So far only Grand boys. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[eglantine]

... I wish I could go back for a day and play dollhouse with my sister... good times. I have all of my dolls stored and if i have a daughter some day, I'll give them to her. Thanks for sharing

[anxia]

I love how you remember your dolls.But seriously i have never forgotten my dolls and i am 20 for the record.I still recall all those beautiful times i had with my dolls.Most of my dolls are handed down to the younger ones. How ever my precious barbie has a story about how it got lost :(

[Erinne S.]

This is expressed very well! I gave my dolls to younger siblings or to little girls that had nothing and could use something like that to have and to cherish. You did a good job describing what happens to them, but hopefully those dolls can find a new home to grow up in!
Great job with this poem.

~Erinne

[Dark Butterfly]

good job:)

[deepblue04]

I like how you write about dolls that are not used because the child has grown up and they feel unloved, good job!

[Becca Bishop]

This brought back some of my greatest memories: hiding my little sisters barbie dolls before she went to bed so that she thought the were alive. It always cracked me up when she went tearing up the stairs five minutes after being put to bed, sure her dolls were actually alive. Good times, gooooood times. I'd forgotten all about it. But any, storytime's over.

Your rhyming scheme is super duper great. Be careful of too many commas that you don't really need as they will break up the sentence the wrong way. Loved the line about loose arms. :) I used to pull off the arms and legs of little sis's dolls. Wow, I had an odd childhood.

And with your third stanza, about remembering playing with your dolls, LOVED IT!!! I love anything about fond memories because...because....well just because!

And I agree. Dolls do have a cruel fate. Especially in my house ;)

All in all, great GREAT write!!! :D :D

[afra]

i still play with my dolls ....lol ...good job ...maybe after few years i will forget about them

[Hamza]

boys usually end up breaking their toys and the memories are erased over rather very quickly ..
but this one sure depicts the typical feminine behavior .. like, they would save their past childhood artifacts, things they had cherished and stuff..
fascinating poem, and presents absolute reality ...
good work .. 10/10

[Shreyas Tripathy]

Lovely poem ! You are an amazing poet! The forgotten, lifeless dolls have been brought back to life by you ... Amazing !!!

[Aehr]

thanks