Balloon Catchers

Balloon Catchers

A Poem by emily joe

We were the balloon catchers

The tree jumpers

And bread carriers

We were the coat pocket hide-n-go-seek sunshine pals

We were the cat walkers

Boy kissers

Close line hanging dirty-kneed trousers

We were the satin cigarette on the tip of your fabricated tongue


We were the toad capturers

Drum beaters

And flower crown crafting field runners

We were the carriage pushing crocheted baby blanket thinkers

We were the picnic havers

Pipe smokers

Bunk bed whispering wing flappers

We were the paint brush whisking tulips of your withered garden


You are the war fighters

Love hunters

And pumpkin patch hand holders

You are the carnival going popcorn smile throwers

You are the music dancers

Shadow livers

Picture taking flower pickers

You are the world fixing babies of our destruction


Here’s the world, child

Don’t mind the bruises


© 2011 emily joe

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The clash of two generations. Seems the older is always trying to fix things for the younger, but usually make a mess of things. Good thoughts.

Posted 9 Years Ago

this is a very clever and well thought out write. i enjoy your style. it is unique indeed. i cannot wait to read more!

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Posted 9 Years Ago

I will follow my friends to wonderful poetry with no shame . . . so glad to read you. I may wander near here again

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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this is excellent writing, well crafted and imaginative, great energy and spirit, and i think it depicts a world unique to the individual, rather than a generation. so many great word choices and lines, but this one really stands out:

"You are the world fixing babies of our destruction"

ecellent! i enjoyed this very much

Posted 9 Years Ago

Every once in a while you're writing something and you birth a line of brilliance that should be the name of a rock album or the name of a book full of awesome things that are awesome. 'Here's the world, child. Don't mind the bruises' is definitely one of those lines.

Posted 9 Years Ago

The wild and te young, they all have their dreams, the wild and the young they got to be free. The sun never sets for souls on the run, the wild and the young.

A wonderfully crafted poem. A great expression of your generation.

Posted 9 Years Ago

I love this so much. You're amazing. This has so much truth and hope, and it's just wonderful. Love you Emily Joe.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on September 10, 2011
Last Updated on September 11, 2011


emily joe
emily joe

Chicago, IL

Emily, 20, currently living in Chicago. Funny story: I dropped out of college after wrangling mental illness my freshmen year and have since been figuring out what the f**k I want to do with me li.. more..

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