#redballoon - Hello Poetry

You took a red balloon by the string And led it deep into the woods. You snipped the string from around your wrist With the switchblade I didn't know you had And let the balloon float away. You turned your back and didn't watch it fly away, So you wouldn't know that it didn't fly very far. The string tangled in the branches of an oak overhead. You didn't see it; you were already gone. *I had once had a red balloon; I could have one again.* I climbed into that oak tree after it. Wrapping my other three limbs around the branch, I reached my right hand for the string. It came undone easily beneath my inquisitive fingertips. I tied it to my own wrist. It reached for heaven, And carried me along with it.

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Nov 12, 2016

Nov 12, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC

mica-kluge

Status Quo

You took a red balloon by the string And led it deep into the woods. You snipped the string from around your wrist With the switchblade I didn't know you had And let the balloon float away. You turned your back and didn't watch it fly away, So you wouldn't know that it didn't fly very far. The string tangled in the branches of an oak overhead. You didn't see it; you were already gone. *I had once had a red balloon; I could have one again.* I climbed into that oak tree after it. Wrapping my other three limbs around the branch, I reached my right hand for the string. It came undone easily beneath my inquisitive fingertips. I tied it to my own wrist. It reached for heaven, And carried me along with it.

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*The red balloon flies up into the endless blue sky Out of reach of the little boys small frail hands He cries for the loss of his precious friend His mother sighs and tells her son 'You should have held on tighter'*

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Sep 26, 2016

Sep 26, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC

IllyaOz

The Red Balloon

*The red balloon flies up into the endless blue sky Out of reach of the little boys small frail hands He cries for the loss of his precious friend His mother sighs and tells her son 'You should have held on tighter'*

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Remember when every touch with all its intention was a kindness Tender like our lips at first kiss, deeply in one another's eyes seeing with feelings discovery past the weight of fevered flesh, a dervish flight through those walls layered with doubts as heavy as the stones we now turn our hearts into... Remember when every word was lovingly spoken uplifting wisdom like feathers, wings: the soft music of our mouths when life is floating lanterns and we briefly are a/part you still have me soar... And when we're finally as one whole, a hearth warm, and **** those wet silences become undulating music the times we demure our mouths still drinking, singing instilling lessons within depths : the heart's thirst which only absolute certainty calms and quenches... keeps alight and so on carrying on knowing tomorrow will come yet when I'm with you I am new... even in the dark your star is born. Remember when in the break of morning when eyes open from trenchant sleep (better than adrift or hollow) remember how stunning the view inhale surprise to waking life's wonder a/part as the wars pain and riot fearlessly I say depart and drink the rain freedom love sky and eyes will awake... And if we have yet to meet since I know Truth and believe in Love, when I fall for you Thank all the heavens, vast I fell for you I will fall up... Because I remember now it's you Lovely loving love who fills my very cup floating in the drink of us. (God how I love you.)

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Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC

butch-decatoria

RED BALLOON (Desire)

Remember when every touch with all its intention was a kindness Tender like our lips at first kiss, deeply in one another's eyes seeing with feelings discovery past the weight of fevered flesh, a dervish flight through those walls layered with doubts as heavy as the stones we now turn our hearts into... Remember when every word was lovingly spoken uplifting wisdom like feathers, wings: the soft music of our mouths when life is floating lanterns and we briefly are a/part you still have me soar... And when we're finally as one whole, a hearth warm, and **** those wet silences become undulating music the times we demure our mouths still drinking, singing instilling lessons within depths : the heart's thirst which only absolute certainty calms and quenches... keeps alight and so on carrying on knowing tomorrow will come yet when I'm with you I am new... even in the dark your star is born. Remember when in the break of morning when eyes open from trenchant sleep (better than adrift or hollow) remember how stunning the view inhale surprise to waking life's wonder a/part as the wars pain and riot fearlessly I say depart and drink the rain freedom love sky and eyes will awake... And if we have yet to meet since I know Truth and believe in Love, when I fall for you Thank all the heavens, vast I fell for you I will fall up... Because I remember now it's you Lovely loving love who fills my very cup floating in the drink of us. (God how I love you.)

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I hope it’s okay There are teachings and learnings here Or something I think pain can be good Hurt. Is beautiful There are deep connections And share-ings - So that’s okay, isn’t it? You remind me of Luke A tortured soul Deep deep feelings I’m curious Peel back the layers I should have just been his friend He needed something But not a lover to resent And lose You would sacrifice Too much In the end it could be Worse Slashing. Fizzling. Breaking. I’m cautious: You might tip- Over Like he did. Keep yourself. Uphold your values Your true strength is there somewhere Hiding in fear of rejection You’ll shine so so bright! Glean an enjoyment from life He did not. I’ve been on a buzz Running, running, running Covering over The deep sorrow Contrast to the extreme excite Mournful I am empty Hollow No one else will fill you up That’s a love and care you have to give yourself I’ve been trying to work through all this Maybe you And the reminders Are teachers A chance for reconciliation Maybe the girl with the red balloon Needs to let it go.

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC

TuesdayPixie

If everything happens for a reason

I hope it’s okay There are teachings and learnings here Or something I think pain can be good Hurt. Is beautiful There are deep connections And share-ings - So that’s okay, isn’t it? You remind me of Luke A tortured soul Deep deep feelings I’m curious Peel back the layers I should have just been his friend He needed something But not a lover to resent And lose You would sacrifice Too much In the end it could be Worse Slashing. Fizzling. Breaking. I’m cautious: You might tip- Over Like he did. Keep yourself. Uphold your values Your true strength is there somewhere Hiding in fear of rejection You’ll shine so so bright! Glean an enjoyment from life He did not. I’ve been on a buzz Running, running, running Covering over The deep sorrow Contrast to the extreme excite Mournful I am empty Hollow No one else will fill you up That’s a love and care you have to give yourself I’ve been trying to work through all this Maybe you And the reminders Are teachers A chance for reconciliation Maybe the girl with the red balloon Needs to let it go.

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