A short poem I wrote in 2015, following a simple structure and explores the story of a young child and their balloon. Originally the poem took the form of a balloon itself, however, I was unable to replicate this in formatting.
Balloons can be big balloons can be small,
But there is one thing that they all have in common,
They make a big bang when they're jumped on,
When they're pricked with a needle,
Or worst of all when they're too BIG!
You might see a little girl or maybe even a boy,
With a small balloon in their hand not letting it go,
But when you look away.
You see that child they're crying with no Balloon,
And a distraught face wanting another in its place.
YOU ARE READING
Original Poems
PoetryThis is a selection of original poems, most of which were written in my early years of writing and some are still in their draft form. I have grown a lot as a writer since then, however, I do hope you enjoy these poems all the same. Sincerely, Ein...
