Tiny Balloons

Update: See the two winning poems here!

I’ve had balloons on the brain all week! I think it has something to do with the hot weather we’ve had recently. After taking my new obsession to Pinterest for a few days, I decided to make my own version.

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A little handful of happiness!

Let’s have a tiny balloon caption contest, shall we? There’s something poetic about balloons, so I want to hear your tiny balloon poems in the comments (one comment per person please). I’ll pick my favorite on Monday, and the winner will get….

The PDF pattern for Jumbo Gnome!

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OK, show us what rhymes with “balloon!”

49 thoughts on “Tiny Balloons

  1. There once was a little balloon
    Who decided he needed to go soon
    So out came the pins
    And whoosh went the wind
    Where had the little balloon gone?

  2. Ballons, balloons
    Swooning in the air
    Wishing for a pin to be free
    to fly really fast
    But that would mean,
    they would loose their hot air!

  3. there once was a bunch of balloons
    who were owned by some kind baboons
    but the balloons flew too high,
    and the baboons said goodbye,
    the balloons said “we’ll visit the moon!”

  4. Balloons travel miles over distant lands
    With little control of direction in their hands
    The wind guides them on their way
    And they have great fun with their play
    Rubber textures and brilliant colors fill the sky
    Their appearances make people say “Oh My!”

  5. There once was balloon from the Moon
    Who came to earth riding a space typhoon
    He looked around
    and sank to the ground,
    And said, “It looks like I gained a few pounds!”

  6. Balloons, Balloons,
    In the Sky
    I watch them as the sail right by

    Balloons, Balloons,
    Make the Children Cry
    When they let go, and sail up into the sky

    Balloons, Balloons,
    You Love them so,
    But sometimes, you just have to let go.

  7. There once was a boy who did swoon,
    To his sweetheart he gave a balloon,
    And when they had lunch,
    He gave her a bunch,
    And together they flew to the moon.

  8. All the tiny ballons are hide it but they’re still haunted by the day when one of the ballons bumped into a catus.

  9. At half past noon
    when I was watching cartoons
    five nasty baboons
    stole my balloon!
    (only to find out it was knitted)

  10. Bobbing high in the air
    Without tear or darn.
    How on earth do you float
    When you’re made of yarn?

  11. i know what they might be thinking ,”OMG OMG PLEASE DONT LET GO PLEASE DONT LET GO WE’LL DIE IF WE END UP IN SPACE!!!!!!!!!!!”

  12. There once was a red balloon,
    Who wanted to go to the moon,
    He went into NASA,
    Where they were playing canasta,
    To find they no longer went zoom.

    He was quite disgruntled,
    Not to be summoned,
    To explore the final frontier,
    He even shed a tear,
    But he stayed at home and made a puppet.

    But the puppet had a mind of its own,
    It didn’t like being alone,
    It loved the balloon,
    He made it swoon,
    And soon they went on a honeymoon

  13. I had a lovely afternoon
    Running with my red balloon
    Until I tripped and let it go
    It drifted up; left me below

    Then dear Anna heard my cries
    And felt a tear in her own eyes
    So she knitted all the night and day
    For yarn balloons don’t fly away

  14. There was once a Tiny Balloon
    Whose dream was to float to the moon
    But he couldn’t for a while cuz he was stuck
    His string was caught on a chicken that went cluck!
    All of a sudden a strong wind came swishing by
    Freeing Tiny Balloon and letting him fly
    He saw the moon and was going to reach the top
    When unexpectedly he just went POP!

  15. Now this here’s the Ballad of Billy Balloon
    Who got in some trouble
    In Mexico, Cancun!

    See, he went to a saloon
    Where he met a Baboon
    Who liked to play darts
    At exactly twelve noon

    They got in a fight
    But that Ballon was quite fast
    He dodged the attack
    But how long could he last?

    He was caught by a Goon
    Who tied his tail to a spoon
    But that failed to stop Billy
    Who started singing a tune

    See that Balloon loved to croon
    But he only sang once in a blue moon
    Cause the sound that came out
    Was worse than a broken Bassoon

    Yes, he admitted he looked a buffoon
    But soon his new friends
    On the floor, were all strewn

    His singing had been
    Well, quite opportune
    But his helium was now low
    Much, much too soon

    So he went on his way that bright afternoon
    To live out his short life in the sun-soaked lagoon
    He ate lunch all alone at the local Greasy Spoon
    And then swam in the ocean til he looked like a prune!

    Umm.. The End! ; )

  16. Balloons want to fly,
    But we refuse to let them,
    When they fly away,
    We cry,’Oh no! Please come back,”
    But balloons can’t hear,
    And continue to the sky,
    Out of sight,”Good-bye…”

  17. That was my haiku-ish poem.

    I wanted to suggest knitting a tiny car, or motor bike. =)

  18. Away they drift, over the dunes.
    Those colourful woolly balloons,
    Please don’t worry,
    No need to hurry,
    ‘Cos we can knit another in the afternoons!

  19. An epicure dining in Lou,
    Found a fat red balloon in his stew,
    Whispered the waiter, “Don’t shout,”
    “And wave it around, or the pins will be wanting one too!”

  20. There once was 3 baby baboons,
    Who spotted 222 big red balloons,
    They started to count,
    To split the balloons,
    But could only count to 2!

  21. Tiny balloons, floated to the moon, flew to the highest heights, went over a windy sand dune, past the girl dressed in ballerina tights, but then, they once tiny balloons went *POP* with a tune. In the end, they shriveled up like a prune, and fell on a couple of kites.

  22. There once was a group of balloons of all sizes
    One day they had a party and gave out prizes
    The prize was a pin, to be free for a while
    The balloon who won it blew up into a big pile
    His friends were sad, and buried his remains
    And wrote him a speech, ‘Goodbye Jeremy McCains’

  23. Tiny balloons floating in the sky,
    No bigger than teaspoons soaring oh so high.
    Watching from below,sitting on the sand
    Are all the Teeny-Tinies in Mochimochiland.
    They ooh and ah at the floating knit balls,
    Inspired by pictures from Pinterest walls.
    Made by dp needles size one,
    And vibrant yarn oh so fun,
    Tiny balloons, never bland,
    Are a little happiness in your hand.

  24. Balloons, balloons,
    They fly in the sky
    they keep on going and going
    and when kids let them go
    they start to cry

    Helium, helium,
    Make them stick to the ceiling
    make your voice sound funny

  25. Jump perchance to fly
    but I am not up in the sky
    How can this be?
    Helium set me free.
    I can go higher
    and be a real flier
    with tiny balloons tied to me.

    Hi Anna! Cute pattern. These would make a really cute birthday present topper. Will you make the pattern available in your shop?

  26. In the store of party hats and supplies
    You walked in, liking searching for a puppy at the pound.
    There were so many calling with shiny foils and sayings,
    And you searched diligently through all:
    Too fat, too short, Not an anniversary, not a dinosaur—
    Maybe combinations— this has to be perfect—
    What does a green balloon say different than a yellow—
    You’ve been two six party places, it needs to be right—
    But then you looked at me, Happy Birthday.
    I swelled with pride
    given a breath just for you
    Ribbon and all, you carried me high.
    Crossing the street, a cat stuck in a tree lunged out for me,
    and a little girl was filled with relief.
    Stuffed in a car, I danced in containment,
    And when you were pulled over by a cop
    I kept hitting your head
    making you annoyed
    making him smile
    you got off without a ticket.
    And walking up to the hospital,
    To see the one Happy Birthday’s were due,
    But then a little girl in a wheel chair asked you
    Can I hold it?
    And you complied,
    But small fingers and strong wind
    Bye bye.
    As I gazed down at you gazing up at me
    I saw you worried.
    As I floated, I saw you with Birthday Girl in a white gown,
    Your sad look as you explained,
    And I saw your impressions of a cat, a cop—
    She laughed,
    And you laughed,
    And I laughed at the conversation I saw more than heard,
    Floating up into the clouds,
    You pointed me out to Birthday Girl,
    And you both waved.
    The relief on your face.
    A gift better than just rubber and helium.


  27. Sarah Cubalchini:

    In the store of party hats and supplies
    You walked in, liking searching for a puppy at the pound.
    There were so many calling with shiny foils and sayings,
    And you searched diligently through all:
    Too fat, too short, Not an anniversary, not a dinosaur—
    Maybe combinations— this has to be perfect—
    What does a green balloon say different than a yellow—
    You’ve been two six party places, it needs to be right—
    But then you looked at me, Happy Birthday.
    I swelled with pride
    given a breath just for you
    Ribbon and all, you carried me high.
    Crossing the street, a cat stuck in a tree lunged out for me,
    and a little girl was filled with relief.
    Stuffed in a car, I danced in containment,
    And when you were pulled over by a cop
    I kept hitting your head
    making you annoyed
    making him smile
    you got off without a ticket.
    And walking up to the hospital,
    To see the one Happy Birthday’s were due,
    But then a little girl in a wheel chair asked you
    Can I hold it?
    And you complied,
    But small fingers and strong wind
    Bye bye.
    As I gazed down at you gazing up at me
    I saw you worried.
    As I floated, I saw you with Birthday Girl in a white gown,
    Your sad look as you explained,
    And I saw your impressions of a cat, a cop—
    She laughed,
    And you laughed,
    And I laughed at the conversation I saw more than heard,
    Floating up into the clouds,
    You pointed me out to Birthday Girl,
    And you both waved.
    The relief on your face.
    A gift better than just rubber and helium.

    I love this one! :3

  28. Balloons fly high way up in the sky
    A wonder that Anna has shared.
    The best tiny knitter who ever dared.

  29. There once was a bunch of balloons
    And all but one were the color of prunes.
    Then, one day,
    In the late heat of May,
    They decided to fly to the Moon!

  30. There once was a little balloon,
    Who was terrified of a harpoon.
    But one day the trigger was pressed,
    And the balloon became suppressed.
    Now it was nothing more,
    Than a tiny rubber ball.

  31. Contrary to popular belief, balloons do not want to go to the moon, they’d much rather spend time on the beach enjoying the ocean breeze and hanging out with beach balls.

  32. Hi Anna
    I so want to share one of my favourite poems with you, which is not by me, unfortunately, but by e.e. cummings:

    “who knows if the moon’s
    a balloon,coming out of a keen city
    in the sky–filled with pretty people?
    ( and if you and I should

    get into it, if they
    should take me and take you into their balloon,
    why then
    we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

    than houses and steeples and clouds:
    go sailing
    away and away sailing into a keen
    city which nobody’s ever visited,where

    always
    it’s
    Spring) and everyone’s
    in love and flowers pick themselves”

  33. There once was a tiny balloon,
    Who was frightened of being harpooned,
    So it tapped a baboon,
    And grabbed a prune,
    And together they flew to the moon!

  34. With Photoshop magic! I suspended them with a piece of yarn, then I photoshopped that out later.

  35. Little tiny balloons
    flying around the blooms,
    showing their beautiful colors degrees,
    confusing all the little bees.

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