[Lubesh]

The party is over
The balloons must come down
When I look at them closely
The red one seems to frown

All the blue one does is blink
Then slowly slides to the floor
Whoosh! The green one flies into the hall
Then squeals back around the door

The last yellow balloon hits the hot light
After shooting up to the ceiling
Then with a bang it's no more
It's pieces are sent reeling!

[Ambrose]

This is remarkably creative. And the imagery is simple but intriguing. I like it.

[BookWhale***]

it gives the reader that choice to deside what, and if the deeper is, or if it is really there. good job. loved how creative it was.

[colinbaker62]

Originally Posted by bookgiraffe***

i find it very simple but very intruguing

I used to think this about Tony Blair..


Now to the poem.. Very imaginative Lubesh, I have many such memories both as a child and a parent..Thanks for posting


Colin

[Lubesh]

what about tony blair..squirm then whoosh or very intriguing?..lol

[Storiesmaniac]

Lol nice call. But to the point, Great poem, brings back fun memories, but why did the yeloow balloon have to pop

[Lubesh]

the yellow balloon? you have a lot of time on ur hands don't you stories..?lol thanks forur comments anyway.

[Storiesmaniac]

Yes yellow was spelt wrong because i was so upset at it popping. lol. No i dont have much time but im using what little time i have to make it look like i have time. Lol

[Lubesh]

quite deep that almost profound.lol

[Anonymous]

I like the personification. It is good of you to contribute to the site.

[Storiesmaniac]

Lol yeah lubesh, it is pretty good, lucky your doing something or i'd strip that admin title right off you.

[awelgraven]

That was a good one. good creativity to write a good poem about party balloons.

[Peppy]

Cool, but there seems to be something missing. I don't know what it could be. Anyhoo, good poem even though ballons scare my to death.

[Peppy]

First off. I'm not afraid of any random ballon. Just the one in my childhood. It kept on floating even without helium. I took it out side and let go of the white ballon to see it go into the sky. Then it was gone. Two or three weeks later, I looked up into the sky and saw my white ballon. Mystery of my childhood.

IT the clown didn't help either.

[Lubesh]

that explains a lot peppy.lol

[jason]

Very interesting. Was this supposed to be a child's viewpoint of party balloons? It seemed to bring back some distant memories.

[Lubesh]

it ws yes....thanks for taking time

[Kenny Blade]

If this is a statement on the utter wretched hopelessness that one finds when he/she reaches beyond the facade that the public education system sells to the innocent entangled in it 's web of deceipt and utter untruths brought about by the sinister undermining of the moulding of young minds by a government created to enrich and sustain those who purport to reach out a helping hand to those same fragile youth, then yeah, I get it... I especially saw what you meant when I pondered the green one.

If on the other hand this was a poem about you cleaning up after a birthday party, I like it even more. Good work...

[BookWhale***]

lol - hilarious, kenny.

lubesh, I never get tired of this poem -it is jsut... cool.