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Fingertips like a ghost, he whose soul you've longed to touch
A whisper in the light of mourning
No darkness.
The baby comes in crawling, a trail of spit leaves a path
Two soft cries in the distance.

He dances with you, a bell of laughter ringing in breathless air
The earth’s moon hears the telephone from miles away
She doesn't pick up though you reckon it's worth it.
Takes you home.

Twinkling bright eyes staring back at you
The day you learned everything, toes on cold pavement
Wished you hadn't.

It's waiting to ****** you when your smiles are erased
Placed with something new.
Trying out my poem writing skills, a scholarship offer is coming up. Anyway, this is about innocence/growing up. All that jazz that adulthood does to you. (cracks knuckles) Getting to it!
I am an old soul
with an open heart
to love like that of a child
It is never really hard

Anyway
We're all but children
Trying to sort chaos
In these adult forms

We're just stuck
In the land of not Neverland.

9 to 5 menial jobs
Whether in the night or day
We take whatever luck
That comes in our way

Life is a circus
We ******* know it
Like an elephant in the pedestal
They beat us to it

Your chest houses a lodestone treasure
It strongly attracts
The every atom in my body
That's the least I can measure

We have an affinity
This is some sort of attraction
You
A darling boy
and I am
Just a girl

Let's get out of this world
Together let's fly away
Be my Peter Pan
I'll be your Wendy
I was named Peter for a reason
Come on, i'll take you away from the hurt
You'll be my Wendy
As we transcend into Neverland
Probably my favorite short poem now. It just randomly came to me, glad i was able to write it down.
Cari Hannaford Sep 2015
I am the captain of my soul
I am the master of my fate

With the twinkling stars, I set sail to my new life

Where the music hums carelessly
And the children play freely

Where parents aren't allowed and there is never a frown

There's never a glumy day because that's where darkness likes to hang

We're known around here as the children who like the roam
For adventure is our middle name

So come with me where your dreams are born and where darkness never plays

With the twinkling stars to guide our way, all the way to this place

This oh so wonderful place

To the place that is called...

Neverland
ZoeyNot101 Jul 2015
Everyone is in a hurry to grow up.
Except me.
Be careful
If you go too fast,
you can **crash
Everyone's in a rush to grow up and honestly it scares me. I'm trying to make the most of my childhood because I can see that adulthood is not as easy as people think.  Things only get tougher but I can only pray God will guide us all through.
**Amen**
Mariah Langton May 2015
Dear Peter,
It’s been six years Peter.
I dream of you often.
Of flying into the stars.
Of looking after the boys.
Of battling evil Captain Hook.
Of arguing with Tinkerbell even.
The exciting adventures I experienced.
Growing up has been exciting.
Growing up has been painful
Growing up is lonely Peter.
I have my own house.
I miss the family everyday.
I miss the loud laughter.
I miss mother and Father.
I miss John and Michael.
The war took them away.
I know what you’re thinking.
What is this war Wendy?
War is a terrible thing.
The loud explosions and screams.
The blood in the fields.
Soldiers marching in the streets.
Enemies killing children and families.
They're bombing all the cities.
Come and save me Peter.
Take me away to Neverland.
I’m in too much pain.
I’m lonely and scared now.
I want to get away,.
Away from war and pain.
I want to be young.
Growing up is too painful.
I wish everyday for you.
But now that I’m grown.
I worry that you’ve forgotten.
Please say you haven’t forgotten.
You keep me going Peter.
The explosions always scare me.
But then I remember you.
How brave you are Peter.
I wish I was brave.
I wish I had stayed.
I love you Peter Pan.

From your own Wendy Darling.
Whitney Sager May 2015
He is Peter Pan,
I realize with a chuckle;
Some boys never grow up:
he surely hasn't, probably never will
He thinks he is immortal and probably he is
He is a dream, a fleeting shadow
Always chasing a piece of himself
And a girl he can love
But he never finds what he needs
He's missing a mother;
no woman can care for him like a mother
and a lover
He's a mischevious charmer
He'll appear suddenly;
steal your heart, leave swiftly
Leaving his Wendy to search for traces, glimpses of him
For her whole life
Leilaaa May 2015
Now the years had passed,
You return to my room.
The adventures returned as I saw you.


But I'm sorry Peter,
I'm no longer the child who's
heartbroken
because of

**you.
Rhianecdote Mar 2015
So he lay awake praying to stay in the state that Peter Pan could
all in avoidance of his pending manhood
Foolishly thinking he can outrun this hood?
Ha! Even if he could fly a gun would shoot him down before he could
Get a few inches off the ground
Where he stood

Cause this Ain't no Fairytale
no Red Riding Hood,
Big Bad Wolf's after you,  
won't make it out this wood.
Ghetto you're conditioned for
from the get go
let it be understood
There's one hood you ain't escaping...
**AdultHood
Peter pan was a coward in many ways anyhu, how you gonna leave Wendy like that bruh?!
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.
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