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Sam Oct 2015
Her
No, said I, the rock on which you thought to build your love.
Don't dash yourself on me.
Naomie Oct 2015
Come,Come!
She'd scream
Come,Come with me!
I'll make your dreams come true
Put your heart in my hand
Follow me into a strange land
Come,come with me, won't you?

Follow me into Neverland
Follow me into Neverland
We'll meet with Peter Pan
Follow me to Neverland.
Follow me, won't you?
Slipping through the back door

and into the night,

you waited for me

to join you in flight.

You wore not a feather,

but offered your hand.

A silent invitation

to enter your Neverland.

When I was falling,

you taught me to fly.

With Pixie Dust Kisses,

we took to the sky.

A glowing gas station,

our second star to the right.

You turned your truck left,

and we soared to great heights.

Hand-in-hand we touched down,

landing in your driveway.

Stumbled into your messy room,

our underground hideaway.

We made a pact of youth

in a moment without time.

our tangled legs quivering,

and starry eyes aligned.

With daybreak it was over,

stolen pirate ships returned,

but always in my aging heart

the purest love for you will burn.

-c.g.s.
First love
Emma-Leigh Ivy Sep 2015
If
If I give you a promise,
will you give me an answer?
If you'll be my lover
I can be your dancer.

If I give you a thimble,
can you make me fly?  
If you give me a kiss
I promise that I'll try

If I show my soul to you
please don't **** me over.
I'd rather face the wildfire
than watch the ashes smolder.

If I give you tomorrow,
will you tell me your past?
I pray you surrender
to the spell I have cast.

If I give you a promise,
will you give me an answer?
If you'll be my lover
I will be your dancer.

If I can find your shadow
can we touch the sky?
I have a little pixie dust,
I promise we can try.

Once I've shown my soul to you
please don't **** me over.
I'd rather fan the flames to life
than watch the ashes smolder.  

If I give you tomorrow
keep a place for me in your past.
I can't divine the future.
Love should never wear a mask.
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Beautiful song sang in 60s telling truth of war sadly all true....
Laura Matas Jun 2015
He told us to get in the boat and go ahead of him.
Why wouldn't he just come with us?
We stayed in the boat all night.
How was he going to meet us on the other side?
As the sky turned to a lighter tinge of gray and the sun's rays began to stretch across the horizon, we saw something in the distance.
What was that?
It was a figure.
Who was that?
We were panic-stricken... "It's a ghost."
What did it want?
"Take courage," it said. "It is I. Don't be afraid."
Jesus?
"Lord, if it is you, tell me to come to you on the water."
How would that work?
"Come," he said.
Would this work?
I climbed over the edge of the boat and took a step onto the water.
Why wasn't I sinking?
I looked ahead towards Jesus and began to inch my way slowly towards him.
How is this happening?!
I turned and realized the wind.  A wave of fear overtook me.
What if I sink and He doesn't catch me?
I began to fall through the water. "Lord, save me!"
He's too far... what if I drown?
At once, a hand took hold of my arm. "You of little faith."
"Why did you doubt?"

*Why did I doubt?
Based on Matthew 14
Xan Abyss May 2015
Tiny lover resting gently against me
Dancer on the painted winds
Singer of the magic songs of the Old World
Angel born with pixie wings

You're my northern star
When I'm lost in the dark
So I'm never lost for long
I wage war with my childish heart
and still you sing my song

I know you would drink poison
if it would save my life,
But I'd never let harm come to you
Even to save my life

Let us run and hide
In the last of the wilds
Take flight into the sky
And we'll live there for a while
in a Castle on the Clouds
Where we'll watch the stardust shine
Above the strife in Never, Neverland
Where I'm yours, and you are mine

You're my guiding light
When I'm lost in the night
So I'm never lost for long
Our battles are fierce and hearts have been pierced
and still you sing my song

You were made for so much more
Than this provincial life
But would you stay forever
With me here in the sky?

Let us run and hide
In the last of the wilds
Take flight into the sky
And we'll live there for a while
in a Castle on the Clouds
Where we'll watch the stardust shine
Above the strife in Never, Neverland
Where I'm yours, and you are mine

My rose shall never wither
As long as I love you
And if you still love this sinner
Then I'll always love you
A lone song to the savior of this monstrous Peter Pan.
Peter Pan said Wendy -
There's something I want to tell you.
I am neither straight nor bent
But what you might call bendy

Captain Hook stopped reading his e-book and eavesdropped more intently.

Peter knew what his flexible friend meant and spoke to her quite innocently.

Wendy - I am as vanilla as Manilla envelopes in a creamery with whitewashed walls
And identical twin albino Godzillas fighting snow leopards with cue *****.

No gimp suit in fifty shades of grey for me.

I am pretty much hormone-free,
More than happy with asexuality,
Playing pirated computer games on one hand
And others' loves that dare not speak their names which fewer understand.

In my world of dreamery certain flights of fancy pass me by.

I love to fly and you Wendy.

And I love you too Peter - Not Everygirl's Ideal of A Real Man.
But I can understand the attraction of Lost Boys and their toys in Neverland.

We've known each other for all these years,
Shared too many troubles, thoughts and fears
To be anything other than in each other's hearts.

If I never visit Neverland again
I know you will always be my closest friend,
What, where, whenever happens
To the bittersweet end.

May we both be dying for an Excellent Adventure,
If not together then separately.

There is nothing better than to know
That you will always be there for me
No matter how we might grow
Into this 21st century.

And one day I may straighten out
But
That's
Not
What
Life's
About.

Captain Hook put down his e-book and Facebooked a friend...............

And that is where our story will end.
Rockie Feb 2015
Wish upon a star;
Go on, fly away far;
Home is ever so lonely now;
Both painful and true;
You left, quite out of the blue;
My child, please come home;
I'll play all your favourite games;
Even the one in the frightful brown mud!
Cold and alone;
This house full of memories;
I want to go with you;
Oh, please take me away;
Aren't the tales real?
Pirates and Pan and Lost Boys too?
If you hadn't got it, I wrote this poem as if I were parent whose child had been taken by Pan.
Àŧùl Dec 2014
I grow even older,
Every wretched birthday,
I am not contented,
Even I wanted to be Peter,
I want to be Peter Pan,
Never wanting to grow older,
I want to die young,
Not in the decay of old age.

Happy Birthday Atul!

But I have no aim in life,
Have completed 24 years of age,
But not a single person for me,
Who loves my originality,
My real self - the real me.

At first they come,
And then they leave,
They leave behind a scar.
I've completed 24 years of my life today on 23rd of December, 2014.

My time of birth was 8:50 pm IST.

IST or Indian Standard Time is +5:30 hours GMT.

My HP Poem #710
©Atul Kaushal
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