Poetry: Balloons
64Balloon twister.
Midnight Inspiration
Last night I laid down to go to sleep when I got the idea for this balloon poem. So I hopped out of bed and grabbed a notebook and wrote it down.
By morning I had forgotten all about it, but when I logged on I saw the notebook sitting there. So I fine tuned it and posted it for your enjoyment.
BALLOONS
When I was a child I loved balloons
The beautiful semi-transparent colors and the way the sunlight shone through them
The special ones that were balloons within balloons
The giant red zeppelin balloons from the neighborhood store
The 6 feet tall wiggly multi-colored ones from the horse races
The crazy game with scuffling stocking feet on shag carpeting
Or rubbing the balloon on your hair
And sticking it to the wall
Or pulling on the neck of an inflated balloon and making it scream then letting it go
As it raced in jagged zigzags around the room
The party games where you sprinted to sit on a balloon and pop it first to win a prize
And carnival dart games when the dart bounced off the balloon
Instead of popping it more often than not
And the summer night water balloon fights that left us all soaking wet and breathless
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Thanks. This poem needed a little love.
this does bring back all that simple joy. :) wonderful poem.
to0 long
i loved balloons..! i still love balloons..!!!!!
Weird. No Rhyme or nothing. More like a short story(thing)
Please tell me why people think poetry has to rhyme? Most of it doesn't actually.
nice poem....... i have to write one for class and this one gave me some ideas
Thanks!!
i got my friend 3 balloons 4 her 16th b-day and she was sooo mad!!! she told me to keep them i mean how RUDEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! then she was begging me to let her let the go because we were at school. so finally i told her i didnt care. so shes all like "cool!!!" i was soooooooooooooo MAD at her and it made me sooo sad. that gift ment alot to me and im her bfffff but i guess she just dosent appreciate me. :[[[[
so plzzz tell me whos right in this situation and whos side you are on
It is somewhat unusual, but some people have a balloon phobia. And some people hate that squeaky sound that rubbing a balloon creates.
i personally loved this poem. it brought back so many good memories.. from this past summer.. lol and to 'who's side are you on?!' i love balloons, and am an MLIA fanatic, so i think balloons are an awesome present!
great poem
I am at your side
to:"who side are you on?"
u must be mad
to:"whos side are u on?"
very cute... can i keep it with me please???????
Thanks Mary. One should always keep a favorite poem in one's pocket don't you think?
Hello! I am in need of your name! I am composing a thematic interpretation for my debate class, and your poem is perfect...
But the one bad thing is that I can't site "Poetic Muse."
Would you mind sending me an email?
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frootie_tootie 4 years ago
good poem!! i liked it!!! it reminds me of my childhood....