Hot Air Balloon Poems - Poems about Hot Air Balloon

In this open season of divisiveness and hate, our President is being diminished like fish bait. People forgetting his accomplishments and character traits. They lack empathy for what's been on his plate, show loyalty to the one facing a criminal fate, that one who is afraid to debate: the liar, the racist, the cheater, the snake. The hot air balloon they elevate....

Continue reading...

Hot air balloons were escaping from the house Coming from every slither and slat like a mouse They rose from the doorway into the wind Colors of turquoise, orange, yellow, all ascend Where had they been? Where had they been? Some came from the windows, others from a crack. They floated up gracefully, and none wanted back. I watched their colors go...

Continue reading...

The fish were excited to see the hot air balloon cat. They agreed to come along, one brought his blue hat. Once attached to the bottom of the basket they flew Through the air to Michigan, maybe Kalamazoo. This is great! The fish agreed with each other. Until the cat pulled up their father and brother. No one came back down,...

Continue reading...

oversized gloating hot air balloon case of morning gluttony bigger than Donald Trump baby balloon one that gloat’s over your orgy...

Continue reading...

Once when I was traveling across azure sky, I was startled to see a lone giraffe going by, It roamed with grace, head up in the clouds, As if born to be remote, from earthy crowds. In my hot air balloon, I got a bird's eye view, The giraffe looked straight into my eyes, too! I went all around the world...

Continue reading...

Come fly with me in my hot-air balloon. We'll skim over mountain tops very high. see golden sun replaced by silver moon as stars weave tapestry in ebon sky. With freedom we'll fly like birds in the air, in and out of clouds, dodging sudden storm. watch lightning's fingers spread everywhere, see how, in clouds of mist, rain showers born. Our balloon will...

Continue reading...

Tranquility surrounds me once my basket lifts from ground. I drift up to azure sky. Sailing wind, I breathe a trail of clouds. March 2, 2022 For Chantelle Anne Cooke's Lind30nr Poetry Contest...

Continue reading...

hot air balloon lifts off the ground, there goes great debate below seeming solid ground a noxious odor but way up here the air is clear the birds fly by and so do i ballooning is such fun join me, you dream big seize day light 1/7/2021 Contest: A Diminished Hexaverse Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger 5/4/3/2/1 in syllables and lines checked by HMS...

Continue reading...

Weightless, we lift up like a bubble, softly, smoothly, so seamlessly that motion could go unnoticed with closed eyes. Wide awake, grass blades fade into one asymmetrical green block. Evergreen tree tops sway as a forest wave and we wave like celebrities at the intricacies below. Pale yellow hay aligns these pristine green patches as soundless tractors gather summer's last harvests. A gray pavement maze of...

Continue reading...

With summer nearly gone, we all wanted to do something special, And decided it should be daring, rather than the usual and dull. So, we listed the things we desired to do, but hadn't yet tried, And we finally settled upon, a thrilling hot air balloon ride! We thought we'd choose the one, that offered the best scenery, So we...

Continue reading...

Have pondered.. Moments of introspection.. Along.. Figments of imaginations.. Scenic views of beauty and grandeur.. Breathtaking landscapes .. Luscious greenery and massive trees.. Up and away .. High above the deep blue sky... Time had simply vanished.. Everything is in the moment Of the present.. Only the precise moment exits.. Calm winds and rays of sunshine.. High above the deep blue sky.. Feeling a natural high .. Soaring so high.. A...

Continue reading...

Up, up--high we glide, warm winds through misty cloud seas-- wandering, serene. ALesiach © 8/16/2016...

Continue reading...

Yeyy you come I thought you’d never come What a foolish one You are Act like a knucklehead Full of balloons Hot air and helium Can’t see where it is flying The wind carries you anywhere it chooses? You need to be anchored up!...

Continue reading...

Like a hot air balloon lying on the ground So it was with my soul before the Lord I found Woven and stitched in such a finely knitted lace And all throughout this balloon you could see God's Face But with such a heavenly cloud speckled blue sky It just didn't have the one thing it needed to fly But it...

Continue reading...

The frost has touched the Holly leaves It waits patiently to be released by the sun Once again into the atmosphere Then be changed again next year The winter early sun cast long shadows Falling down the hill, valley, and up part way the other hill The cold air soon the body does fill The rooster crows as though air still...

Continue reading...