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Hey Peter?
Where are you?
You promised me you'd be here!
I have my bags packed!
My teddy is scared of flying,
but I trust you won't let us fall!
Where are you?
You said you'd take me away to Neverland
Where I don't have to grow up
I've been waiting by my window for you
Please hurry up
You said you'd come....
....
Maybe they're right
I've been waiting for years
I still have hope you'll come, but
Maybe it's time to give up.
Give up the naive mind of a child
Give up the hopes and dreams you gave me
Maybe it's time to start falling instead of flying
To lock up those empty promises in a box and put it away
Face the reality of the real world...
....
.......
Goodbye, Peter.
SATC May 2017
"Fly with me."

"I can't Peter, I am not your Wendy. Search for her... She's waiting for you."

"I don't care."

"Yes, you care. And it's your fairytale after all, you deserve to be happy."

"I am. I am happy with you."

"I know. But you'll only be a happy for a short time. I know that you'll eventually meet your Wendy and I won't stop you...
Because I love you."
Regan Morse Feb 2017
At seven I heard the story of Peter Pan;

Growing up wasn't part of his plan.

I wish he'd fly through my window sill,

When the stars are bright and the lakes are still.

I would ask him to take me to Neverland,

Where growing up has always been banned,

And never planned.

I'd never have to hear my parents fight,

Everything would finally be alright.

He'd take me through the sky in one big leap,

Over rivers and through mountains steep.

Second star to the right.

Straight on till morning; through the night.

To Neverland.


I'd meet the infamous Tinkerbell,

I knew we'd get on well.

I’d hear her jibber-jabber,

Among the laughter.

I could see Mermaid Lagoon,

As we sink Captain Hook's platoon.

I can join the lost boys; form a family.

Away from the land of the ******; my ruthless reality.

Meet the brave Tiger-Lily,

We could be perfectly silly.

And meet the crocodile who tried to **** time, eating a clock.

Tick tock, tick tock.

I may be able to find a treasure trove.

Maybe I can make a home in a cozy cove.

Peter and I would be as thick as thieves,

I’d make him a crown of leaves.

We will live forever.

To age, we will never surrender.

To live will be an awfully big adventure.

Too far from Peter, I'd never venture.

All you need is faith, trust and pixie dust,

Or you might just combust.


You just have to believe

and you will never have to grieve

and no one would ever leave.

I'd never have to be strong.

I'd never have to care for long.

So let us begin the journey.

To Neverland.

My timeless eternity.

My fantasy.

My delightful daydream.

My bittersweet destiny.

My dreams of Neverland have yet to cease.

And I am already in my late teens.
I wrote this last year, for class and I suppose now's a good time as ever to post it.
koreen Nov 2016
"Yours and always will be"
I was sure from a long time ago
From the first time you made me see
That I was never on my own

"Just think of happy things"
Your eyes, your voice, the feeling of your hand
"And your heart will fly on wings
In never Neverland"

You flew with me from lowest lows to up above
And helped me walked through my darkest hell
Before I knew it, I was in love
But my dearest, I was the only one who fell

I won't ask for more, nor ask you to love me
You, unknowingly, already gave me enough
All I want in this life is for you to be happy
I'll always be here for you even when things gets tough

And it's inevitable, someday I will flee
We'll be apart, not just miles, but worlds
But when I said  "my heart's yours and always will be"
Expect that I will remain true to my word.

Being in love with you is an adventure, oh so lovely
Until now I am still falling from the sky
Even when I hit the bottom, don't you worry
For you, my Peter, taught me how to fly
Happiest birthday to my dearest, ljh, thank you for the 11 wonderful months of me being in love with you. Thank you for being born. Thank you for smiling, for singing, for working hard. Thank you for teaching me how to fly. I love you so much, more than eyesight, space and liberty.
and perhaps, one day
you might have liked to grow
and share your Neverland
with someone you’d come to know

but was life ever fair
to boys who were lost
granted, you discovered yourself
but at what cost?

they said to never say goodbye
and to never go away
but they forgot to warn you
sometimes life won’t let you stay

and you’ll never be forgotten
because we all believe
with a bit of fairy dust
in our Neverland, you’ll forever live.
Remembering Michael Llewelyn Davies, one of the boys who inspired  J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan.  This poem is dedicated to him and to Jonathan Ferrara, an author whose upcoming book  inspired me to write this poem.
When I was young,
fairy tails filled my head.
And I could be a lost boy,
Fighting captain hook.
I was never the princess.  

When I was young,
Playing was all I did,
but I climbed up trees,
and splashed in streams,
never touching Barbie dolls.

I was a boy back then.
It wasn’t till I grew,
that I became a lost boy.
Was it when the boys stop playing with me?
Was that when I broke inside?

Lost in a world,
In a world not made for lost boys.
So I let them put makeup on me.
I let them buy me dresses.
I pretend to fancy other boys.

Lost my true self,
But hints of him were there.
He was smart and
He was brave,
He was imbedded within her.

But as he grew,
She saw him,
She heard him calling her.
Save me, find me.
We are a lost boy.

I am a lost boy,
but its not pirates I’m fighting.
I’m fighting to be just a boy.
One who is a boy,
No matter what they say.

I am a lost boy.
One who is reclaiming what they took.
Reclaiming my body.
I must relearn to be a boy.
Just a boy.

This lost boy cut his hair,
hides his *******.
He stands tall and proud.
Because he knows,
He is a boy.

I am a boy.
It doesn’t matter what you say.
I know what I am.
So I will return from Neverland,
And wave goodbye to my lost boy
Inspired by the song - Lost Boy by Ruth B
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
As Tinker Bell and Peter Pan showed it takes a happy hearts
Happy thoughts
To fly and zoom around
Thats why way down here in this bottomless pit is where I'll be found
It's always dark and sometimes scary
A anguished frozen heart is hard to carry
But that's ok, for the birds of prey
Would tear me apart anyway
Tess Fields Mar 2016
Mysterious as they are,
they connect with the world,
drawn peace,
spin and twirl.

Shorten with the sun,
just to grow with the moon,
they come to watch,
alone and soon.

They mirror your sins,
and copy your deeds.
Although you might grin,
they will never see.
b for short Mar 2016
Hushed, like a morning before sunrise, 
grace floods in without threat.
A sudden flutter of piano keys cues
a story to unravel onto something
so much more interesting
than pages of paper.
To eerie tunes and haunting hums,
she brushes, feather-like, across my eyes—
a pinnacle of innocence
that humbles me to the warmest tears.
She does not speak but tells me everything.
So beautifully, with pointed toes
and arms as weightless as summer clouds,
my imagination falls to her tiny mercy.
The little girl in the light blue dress,
who became
my favorite storyteller.
© Bitsy Sanders, March 2016

For Madeline Jane
Jessica Tapia Jan 2016
"Neverland"

There's this place called neverland,
And Peterpan who holds your hand,
There are lost boys who are playful,
And there's Captain Hook who is hateful,
Tinker whose name ends with a bell,
And Wendy who does very well,
This is a place where you don't grow old,
A place where you won't be told,

Smiles always on faces,
Going in different paces,

Or so i thought....

This place suddenly went down,
And people started to drown,
The place that used to be like "wonderland",
Just turned into a hopeless land,
It all used to be so very well,
But turned into a very dark hell,

It was no longer "Neverland",
But now it's "Dungeon land".
I don't know. I felt like making a poem so i made this
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