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.
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!
OK, show us what rhymes with “balloon!”
you are fat and round
full of air and maybe spit
careful of those pins
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?
Tiny balloons
Floating in the sky
Carrying tiny dreams and wishes
Way up high
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!
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!”
Eight balloons are better than one!
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!”
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!”
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.
tiny balloon bunch
where no yarn has gone before
fly away free now
Tiny Balloons float
Above Tiny Parties they
Waiting for their cake
Despite what you’ve heard
balloons don’t always fly in
groups of ninety-nine.
all these balloons need is a tiny house to lift into the air
thats there big dream
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.
Cute knitted balloons
are afraid to fly too high;
All the yarn’s down here!
All the tiny ballons are hide it but they’re still haunted by the day when one of the ballons bumped into a catus.
At half past noon
when I was watching cartoons
five nasty baboons
stole my balloon!
(only to find out it was knitted)
Bobbing high in the air
Without tear or darn.
How on earth do you float
When you’re made of yarn?
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!!!!!!!!!!!”
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
A wistful balloon looks out, knowing his poppy fate will come all too soon.
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
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!
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! ; )
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…”
That was my haiku-ish poem.
I wanted to suggest knitting a tiny car, or motor bike. =)
Little Balloons, on a string.
Soaring and bobbing, they make my heart sing.
Knit and purled, so perfectly,
Yarn balloons for you and me!
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!
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!”
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!
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.
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’
Little balloon dreams to be a hot air balloon when he grows up.
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.
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
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?
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.
Balloons can float up
Balloons have many colors
Balloons can be popped
Balloons are pretty
They are different colors
They are beautiful
I love this one! :3
Balloons fly high way up in the sky
A wonder that Anna has shared.
The best tiny knitter who ever dared.
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!
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.
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.
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”
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!
how did u get the balloons to stand up like that?
With Photoshop magic! I suspended them with a piece of yarn, then I photoshopped that out later.
Little tiny balloons
flying around the blooms,
showing their beautiful colors degrees,
confusing all the little bees.