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China Doll

China Doll
With eyes of glass
Cry invisible tears
Each time you pass

Molded lips
painted red
Silent words
Never said

Carelessly tossed
With all the scraps
One of life's cruel mishaps

Broken limbs
Tiny pieces
Glued haphazardly
Alone she sits
In her misery

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Free verse
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Loved the theme,
The piece seems to be singular,
yet I feel it is plural,
if you can see what I mean..
But not to worry it is a good write and I can't fault the reasoning, it was just how it came to me as I read it..
I bought some very small dollies a few years ago (14 of them) and they have porcelain arms faces and legs and are for a dolls house.
The tallest is about 7 inches
I must find a place for them all,or a new home with one of the Grand children, so your story was OK for me..
Damn these secrets keep coming out lol. Me and my Dollies lol
Take care, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I know what you mean. I had a collection of porcelain dolls as a child and after a while we grow up and some become damaged and forgotten...much like how real people feel when someone they love replaced them with something or someone else. Thanks for the read.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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I know what you mean. I had a collection of porcelain dolls as a child and after a while we grow up and some become damaged and forgotten...much like how real people feel when someone they love replaced them with something or someone else. Thanks for the read.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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Poetry.
Okay, first of all, have you read "The Wizard of Oz"? You would need only read one of the last chapters when our travelers enter the land of the porcelain dolls. The Princess ran from them for fear she would be broken and "marred" as the poor clown who had been glued together multiple times.
Nevermind.
This is lovely.
Rhyme, even a little meter and a subtle, gentle if somewhat sad take on "forever".
I'm still working through your posts, but this is the best thing I have read. The language is enchanting.
The "dark" is not to be avoided, but clearly there is more to you than you have professed.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Alot more to me than most people know. I keep those parts hidden in the darkness as I learned not everyone who smiles at me is my friend and those who say they love me..forget about me or fall for someone else. Very few actually know who I am.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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I went through some of your posts and I have to agree with Wesley this is one of your better pieces, I will slowly catch up with your posts now things have settled down here.

I know of your love of darker poems, Its always nice to see another side to someone though, gives their poetry more depth

talk to you soon

love JC xxx

("Always and Forever") - (Never lose a holy curiosity.-Albert Einstein)

I am trying different styles and techniques without coming too far out of myself. I am also learning how to write shorter poems. Glad you liked this.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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... you're going to be in a world of hurt. I am getting bored of DVDs. Fix the meter on this and I will be thrilled. It is such a simple thing it needs to speak in a more organized fashion. This isn't complete (too much vicodin makes the mind clumsy), but some of it is what I have in mind. I don't care what meter it uses, but it needs to be one or the other.

China Doll
With eyes of glass
That cry lost tears
Each time you pass.

Her molded lips
Both painted red
Speak silent words
She never said.

She’s careless tossed
With all the scraps.
One of life’s cruel mishaps.

Broken limbs.
Tiny pieces
Glued haphazardly.
Alone she sits in misery.

Don't copy me. I simply want you to start thinking in meter. When meter becomes second nature it becomes easier to allow yourself the opportunity to simply "speak".

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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How I have missed you...I suppose I will give meter a chance...since you are bored..there is alot for you to critique...I have been busy...

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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