#toy

191 posts
  • kirukka 7w

    A life like a toy playing with loneliness !!!
    ©kirukka

  • shadesofyu 13w

    A Toy

    So I removed time for you,
    Cancelled my appointments for you,
    Kept you first, while the butterflies in my stomach kept dancing,
    My heart fluttering as I came close to you,
    The idea of spending the day with you made me go all weak in my knees,
    Like to just be there and not do anything,
    To see your face and stare at it the whole day,
    For when you are with me, it seems the world is at our feet, you treat me so well, that I feel that all you can see is me,
    I am the one that you always wanted,
    I am the one that you always cared for,
    I am the one whom you always longed for,
    The soft touch, the gentle caress,
    That beautiful smile,
    And the day went by,
    As the sun set and it was time to go home,
    I knew that I won't be all that anymore,
    That 'i love you' while I left your car was something I would hold on to,
    Cause you being you, will vanish like a speck a dust,
    I was just someone for you to play with,
    For I knew that, I wanted to believe otherwise,
    I wanted to hold on to something else,
    But a toy I am, I somehow dont want to be that,
    But I know you will always want that, and somehow you never even realise that.

    ©shadesofyu

  • __ek_wada__ 20w

    Jo pyaar ko khilona samjhte hai,
    Unki zindagi bhi khilone jaisi,
    Bannkar rah jaati hai.

    ©__ek_wada__
    Jo khudse kia hai

  • drishty_das 28w

    @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeewriter @mirakeeworld @poetrybrain

    #she #pod #writerstolli #sacrifices #nothing #everything #love #shade #shield #sympathy #kind #toy #sorrows #used #notears #unedited

    The very first poem I wrote almost 7 years back. It was pleasant surprise to me back then. Posting it here unedited.

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    She (is/was)

    She cures with love, her love is medicine.
    She is a shield, she is the shade.
    She steps down to let him rise.
    She lives the pain in no noise.
    She is sacrifice.
    She is everything.

    She is sympathy with big heart.
    She is firm as a tall tower.
    She cries his tears, his worries she bears.
    Blank page is her character with not a drop of ink.
    She is kind.
    She is everything.

    But
    she used to be his shadow.
    Now
    used and killed and thrown by him so often like a mere toy.
    She has cried all her tears for him.
    Now she is left with none of it.
    She is in pain.
    She was everything.

    Respect is now not her jewell.
    She lives in corner and dies in corner.
    She is engulfed in the darkness of his greed.
    She is sad but her sorrows are not his.
    She was love.
    She was everything.

    She is a play now, mere entertainment.
    A candle about to be blown.
    No one knows her, no one praises her.
    Her page torn in tiny bits.
    Her sacrifice isn't worth a penny.
    Her smile is a blue moon.
    She used to be everything but now
    nothing!!

    ©drishty_das

  • miss_silentlyweird 35w

    ⚠️Some serious content ahead. Pardon for grammatical errors and typos⚠️

    Mom is weird since she's upbeat like we hit some lottery or perhaps we did, on the grounds that she advises me to wash myself appropriately thus I did. In the wake of cleaning up she dresses me with wonderful dress which I've never seen, the dress is fresh out of the plastic new making me not having any desire to wear it cause it's my first time having those.

    Mom tenderly and pleasantly brush my long, wavy hair. I grin cause I felt this time she genuinely adores me. She moves before touches my cheeks.

    "Magda recall that you're my doll," mom said while wearing the best smile. She gives me a red doll shoe and make me wear it. Today I felt like a genuine doll princess.

    My mother holds my hand and she said we're heading off to some place far. I giggled as the fervor develop. Possibly we will go to a mansion and ride a chariot like Cinderella did.

    As we went outside no chariot stopped rather it's a van, we strolled toward it and a man in a suit descended. Mother let go my hand that makes me wonder, she then bend down to converse with me.

    "Magda you recollect that I said you're my doll?" she asked and I nodded.

    "since you're a doll you I need to sold you out so you'll not be stuck in the attic with me and by that I can show you the amount I love you," she expressed. I was terrified when she referenced that I would need to be sold off however I confide in my mother that she adores me.

    So I simply embrace her and simply follow what she advised me. I oblige the man in suit; he guided me to the van prior to living, I once glance out the seat by the window and wave my hand to my mom who's remaining outside without realizing that it's the last time I will ever see her.

    Cause I'm past the point of no return and too youthful to even think about understanding that mother sell me off like a barbie doll in toy market not on the grounds that she cherishes but since she simply needed to acquire something and that is money.

    I become doll princess not in a palace nor mansion but rather in the doll's factory where doll princess like us need to satisfy the owner who bought our body for them to enjoy playing in pleasure.

    ©miss_silentlyweird
    #doll #toy #notohumantrafficking
    Source: Pinterest


    Ps: This is story is inspired to the documentary about some children doing a thing so-called “prostitution" and the worse part is they not even aware of it , some even sold by their own parent. It melts my heart and kinda felt devastated knowing this kind of settings is happening not just today but by the past years of living in this cruel world.

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    The Broken Doll In Doll's Factory

    I am too young to understand,
    Why mama sold like a candy into someone else hand,
    She said the I am her doll princess,
    So she sell me off after getting me dresses

    I arrive in this doll's factory,
    Where I needed to give satisfactory,
    Buyers come and go to bought me
    While I'm being locked out with box as toy appointee

    —©miss_silentlyweird

  • hk55555 48w

    No Rules

    When you start life you follow some rules
    But these rules never help you in real life
    When you struck between high and low
    When you hit by lightning bolt
    When you fall in death valley
    When you betrayed by your love one
    When you continuously hit by fake love
    When people treat you as a toy
    When nightmare haunting you every night
    When your dream keeping you awake whole night
    Then no rules are there to guide you
    Your only guide is your pure soul which lit the dark path
    Which act as torch in stormy night
    Its only star on no moon day
    Its only the flame which warm you on foggy day
    It's only guide that help you to cross ocean of pain
    When you start life you follow some rules
    But these rules never help you in real life
    ©hk

  • deepflowsoul 49w

    Talk to us talk to us they yearned after blaming me for close encounters with drug use. So I spoke what rung true, I told them they need help, and so did I away from toxic encounters. Twisting and writhing they come back around claiming I should stay in what made me sick. I told them my disappointment and shock, and then barraded by how sick I was for standing up. Wow....

    #betrayal #truth #self #destroy #honor #parents #toy #perception #matter #pain #reveal #trueself #against #alas #mine

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    Reveal

    I revealed my true self and had it used against me.
    They were meant to honor, not destroy me!
    Alas, I am apparently just a toy you see.
    Although that is just their perception,
    And it is only mine that matters in the end.
    ©deepflowsoul

  • deepflowsoul 50w

    Broken Toy.

    I was a broken toy surrounded by toddlers
    Kicking and screaming at me.
    My design was fine, they just fractured me.
    Pouting in their corners,
    They point grubby fingers everywhere.
    To turn the finger upon themselves would mean despair.
    ©deepflowsoul

  • beautylightworker 59w

    Toy

    You broke my heart like it was a cheap plastic toy. When you inserted the dime in the slot.

    ©beautylightworker

  • preranarathi 60w

    बेटियाँ

    तुमने बचपन छीन लिया मेरा,
    बन गई खिलौना मैं तेरा।
    पडा मुझ पे तेरा साया जब से,
    भूल गई मैं मुस्कुराना तब से।
    मेरे सपनो का महल तोड़ दिया तुमने,
    मेरी रूह तक को झनझोड दिया तुमने।
    मेरी पायल को तुमने बेडियो में बदल दिया,
    मेरी महंदी को तुमने लाल रंग से रंग दिया।
    मेरे आसू देख मेरे माँ-बाप भी रोते है,
    और शायद इसीलिए,
    लोग बेटी को पैदा करने से पहले हजार बार सोचते हैं।
    ऐ इंसान, खुदा भी जब तुझे देखता होगा,
    बन गया तु हैवान कैसे, वो भी सोचता होगा।
    लेकिन एक वक्त ऐसा भी आएँगा,
    जब तु अपनी ही परछाई से मुँह छिपाएँगा।
    जब आएँगी वो तेरे घर,
    तब शायद तुझे समझ आएँगा।
    जब पुकारेगी वो तुझे बाबा कहकर,
    तब तु अपनी गलती पर पछता भी न पाएँगा।
    लेकिन अब तो ये भी पता नहीं,
    बाबा शब्द का अर्थ, क्या तु समझ भी पाएँगा।
    तु इंसान हैं, न जाने कब हैवान बन जाएँगा,
    और उसकी रूह तक को भरे बाजार में नीलाम कर आएँगा।


    - प्रेरणा राठी
    ©preranarathi

  • tamanna30 60w

    Is she a toy!!

    She didn't know replacing toys when they were old will cost her so high when she grows up..!
    ©tamanna30

  • deepak_vashisth 66w

    Khilona

    ख़ता उसकी नही यारों,
    अक्सर जब बच्चे का मन भर जाता है, तो खिलौना तोड़ दिया करता है।।

    ©deepak_vashisth
    28_08_2020

  • aka_natasha 71w

    Not even my toy compares to you.
    ©️sashi_
    😘❤📷

  • aka_natasha 72w

    Again

    Your back...I fall...I'm always nice...you take what you can.
    I freely give myself to you, selfless I am with you.
    Why? Because I love you.
    ©️sashi_
    💗 📷 📷 💗

  • whatjessithinks 73w

    I wrote this with sleepy eyes.
    Continuation of the colour series.

    #white #snow #littlegirl #toy #poetry #poem #poet #writer #colourseries #colorseries #mother #olaf #whitechristmas

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    White


    She scurried outside to find him.
    Buried under the snow was his lifeless body.
    “Mummy, mummy, he's here," she shouted.
    And her mother dug the snow.
    "Don't leave your toys outside again," mother warned.
    And handed her the stuffed Olaf.
    ©whatjessithinks

  • shrihari_nandini 74w

    #mahalakshmi #narayan #mylordvishnu #ram #govind #shri #hari #shrihari #little #shyaam #venkatesha #moon #dance #descend #toy #play #cradle #flute #earth #hymn #vaishnav #serve #seeking #refuge #devotion

    Hari thinks moon is a toy. ��
    My poem specially the first two paragraphs are inspired by ShriPeriyalwar Thirumoli. ����❤

    Here's the part of Thirumoli by ShriVishnuchittar Periyalwar, even if you don't see my poem atleast read this. ������
    Tamil with translation...

    ||श्रीहरि||
    54. than mugaththuch sutti * thUngkath thUngkath thavaznthupOy *
    pon mukak kiNkiNi Arppap * puzuthi aLaikinRAn **
    en makan gOvinthan * kUththinai iLamAmathI *
    nin mukam kaNNuLavAkil * nI ingkE nOkkip pO


    O, Tender Moon! If you have eyes on your face, come and see my child Govinda’s pranks as he crawls, kicking up dust. His forehead pendant sways, his golden anklet jingles.


    55.en siRuk kuttan * enakkOr innamuthu empirAn *
    than siRuk kaikaLAl * kAttik kAtti azaikkinRAn **
    anjchana vaNNanOdu * AdalAda uRuthiyEl *
    manjchil maRaiyAthE * mAmathI makiznthOdi vA


    O, Great moon! My dark hued little child, my sweet ambrosia, my master calls and beckons to you with his wee hands. If you wish to play with him, do not hide behind the clouds. Come running here happily.


    56. suRRum oLivattam * sUznthu sOthi paranthengkum *
    enththanai seyyinum * en makan mukam nErovvAy **
    viththakan vEngkadavANan * unnai viLikkinRa *
    kaiththalam nOvAmE * ambulI kadithOdi vA


    O, Bright Moon with rounds of halo spreading light everywhere! With all that, you are no match for my son’s face. The wonder Lord, resident of Venkatam, calls, Come running quickly, lest you cause pain to his hand.


    57. sakkarak kaiyan * thandangkaNNAl malara viziththu *
    okkalai mElirunthu * unnaiyE suttik kAttum kAN **
    thakkathaRithiyEl * chanthirA salam seyyAthE *
    makkal peRAtha * maladanallaiyEl vA kaNdAy


    O, Full Moon! The discus-wielding Lord with his large eyes opened wide, seated on my waist, points at you alone. Know what is proper, and do not deceive him. If you are not a child-less sterile, take note and come.


    58. azakiya vAyil * amuthavURal theLivuRA *
    mazalai muRRAtha * iLanjsollAl unnaik kUvukinRAn**
    kuzakan sirItharan * kUvak kUva nI pOthiyEl *
    puzaiyilavAkAthE * nin sevi pukar mAmathI


    O, Big bright Moon! The adorable Sridhara with spittle dripping from his beautiful mouth, blabbers indistinctly, coos and calls to you. If you go on ignoring his calls, would it not mean that your ears are without a bore?


    59. thaNdodu sakkaram * sArngkam Enthum thadakkaiyan *
    kaN thuyil koLLak karuthik * kottAvi koLkinRAn **
    uNda mulaippAlaRA kaNdAy * uRangkAvidil *
    viN thanil manniya * mAmathI virainthOdi vA


    O, Big Moon set in the wide sky! The Lord with mighty arms that hold the mace, discus and bow yawns as he goes to sleep. If he does not sleep, the breast-milk he drank will not be digested, see! So come quickly! Make haste and come.


    60. pAlakanenRu * paribavam seyyEl * paNdorunAL
    Alinilai vaLarntha * siRuk kanavan ivan **
    mElezap pAynthu * pidiththuk koLLum vekuLumEl *
    mAlai mathiyAthE * mAmathI makiznthOdi vA


    O, Big Moon! Do not think he is a mere child. Then in the past, he swallowed the Universe and slept on a fig leaf, know it. If he gets angry he can easily leap up and catch you. So cast aside your self-esteem and come on your own accord.


    61. siRiyanenRu enniLanjsingkaththai * ikazEl kaNdAy *
    siRumaiyin vArththaiyai * mAvaliyidaich senRu kEL **
    siRumaip pizai koLLil * nIyum un thEvaikkuriyai kEN *
    niRaimathI nedumAl * virainthu unnaik kUvukinRAn


    O, Full Moon! Do not trifle with my lion-cub for his small size. Go and learn from Mahabali what smallness can do. If you too show regret for trifling him, you too can secure his grace. The Lord of the Universe calls, make haste.


    62. thAziyil veNNey * thadangkai Ara vizungkiyz *
    pEzai vayiRRempirAn kaNdAy * unnaik kUvukinRAn **
    Azikondu unnai eRiyum * aiyuRavillai kAN *
    vAza uRuthiyEl * mAmathI makiznthOdi vA


    O, Big Moon! Look my master who lowered his long arms into the pot and filled his bulging belly with butter calls you. He will spin his discus on you, there is no doubt. If you wish to live, come running willingly.


    63. maiththandangkaNNi * yasOthai than makanukku * ivai
    oththana solli * uraiththa mARRam * oLi puththUr
    viththakan vittuchiththan * viriththa thamizivai *
    eththanaiyum solla vallavarkku * idarillaiyE


    This decad of sweet Tamil songs by Vishnuchitta, resident of bright Puduvai, recalls the words of bright collyrium-eyed Yasoda, spoken on her son’s behalf. Those how can recite it in any manner will have no despair.

    SOURCE: http://periazhvarthirumozhifirst1000.blogspot.com/p/than-mugaththu.html?m=1

    Now my poem��:

    ||श्रीहरि||
    Little Shyaam
    By Bhavya Gogia

    Little Venkatesha rests in a cradle
    Oh Moon it's time for you to hide
    See the little one, the sweet child
    Oh Moon, he has come to shatter your pride
    Don't you see, he calls you a toy
    You must descend to Earth today
    So, that my Hari, could easily play
    With you, as your fortune stars say
    The boy with lips as red as a lotus
    Look how he walks, on the Royal floor
    With rubies studded in his jewels quite more
    Than tints in a multi hued vibgyor
    The one who resides in all alike
    Is dancing in the courtyard as Nand's son
    While the orange Sky peeps from the pane
    To watch the play of Sweet Kannan
    He shall come to me, my heart says
    With a flute in his endearing hand
    Which held the Earth previously and,
    Bless the Vaishnavs each instant,
    He shall come as a child, to steal my heart,
    Oh who's more cute than him
    Who can destroy everything by a mere whim
    I shall sing for him a hymn!
    While he shall sit sweetly listening
    And embrace me with his charm
    I shall feel blissful and warm
    To serve my little Shyaam!
    ©shrihari_nandini

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    �������������� ������������: Pinterest
    ���� ������ ��������������: Yashoda Mayya calling Moon to come play with Krishna, From Periyalwar Thirumoli

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    @aarsha_ns @ally_18 @time_pass @neelimayil @sulu80

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    Little Shyaam

    By ShriHari Nandini

  • abhilasha_2419 78w

    Annabelle

    If someone wants you to be a toy,
    Then be Annabelle


    ©abhilasha_2419

  • rakshitakulkarni 79w

    THAT AFRAID KID

    I was always afraid of being judged for the real me, I was always hiding myself coz I was frightened of becoming fun in front of people, I was never able to prove myself coz I was scared of being played as a toy in others hand ,I never spoke up because I was nervous and people always used that fearfulness of me as an advantage and moved forward making me the step for their success. Well I had no problem of becoming a step but now I have realised that I can reach the top by just becoming their step and decided to achieve the goal before they will.
    ©raks.h

  • anthonyhanible 79w

    I Barely Recognize Myself

    Inside out
    You did a job on me
    I was a fool
    I was just a toy
    The games caused pain
    Look at what you done
    I barely recognize myself
    ©hanibletheone

  • shubhamjoshi 79w

    I learned it

    मैंने सीखा..
    किसी को अनिवार्य बनाना
    जिसे छोड़ा ना जा सके,
    मैंने सीखा..
    विकल्प बन जाना
    जो सर्वदा छूटा ही रहे !!

    मैंने सीखा..
    किसी पर अटूट भरोसा करना
    जिसे तोड़ा ना जा सके,
    मैंने सीखा..
    अपने ह्रदय का परोसा जाना
    जो सर्वदा टूटा ही रहे !!

    मैंने सीखा..
    धीरे- धीरे सुबक कर रोना
    और फिर हिचकियों में तब्दील हो जाना,
    मैंने सीखा..
    भावनाओं को नियंत्रित करना
    मस्तिष्क को ह्रदय का वकील बनाना !!

    मैंने सीखा..
    एक नास्तिक का प्रेम ईश्वर से मांगना
    जिसका अस्तित्व होना असंभव हो,
    मैंने सीखा..
    किसी को टूट कर चाहना
    चाहे आत्मा पर चोटों का अवलम्बन हो !!

    मैंने सीखा..
    मनुष्य के उन गुनाहों को माफ करना
    जिनकी सज़ा पहले ही मुकर्रर हो,
    मैंने सीखा..
    स्वयं को नज़रों से ना गिरने देना
    चाहे प्रतिशोध की अग्नि प्रखर हो !!

    मैंने सीखा..
    असफलता में प्रसन्न होना
    प्रयास भी अंतिम क्षण तक किया
    मैने सीखा..
    ईश्वर के निर्णयों को स्वीकार करना
    उसके निर्णय ने प्राण मेरे प्रण का लिया !!

    इन कुछ दिनों में मैंने बहुत कुछ सीखा
    और अब मेरी आत्मा स्नातक हो चूकी है ।
    ©shubhamjoshi