#peterpan
Doubt is a thing with shadows
that grows when daylight fades.
Like Peter's shadow in the nursery,
it tugs and pulls away,
dancing free from where I placed it,
refusing to behave
until I chase it round the room.
It whispers like the lost boys do
of things I'll never be,
or ticks like the clock
that drove Hook to insanity.
It grows as the light fades,
always attached to me.
When loose, it flies like fairy dust.
Around my worried mind,
acting out each what-if scene
that keeps me up at night.
My shadow’s face is a mirror to my own,
Her eyes gleamwith spite.
I chase it with my logic's thread,
like Wendy did before,
but it's quick like pixie wings
and slips beneath the door.
I try to stitch it back in place
with needles made of hope,
but unlike Peter's willing shade,
mine struggles on the rope.
So now I sit here alone under a sky of gray,
and think,
Like Peter needs his shadow,
I need my doubt to stay,
for shadows prove that light exists
and guides me on my way.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC
precious little Peter Pan
my lost boy from the stars
wandering into my window
and offering me your hand
offering me an escape
i didn't know i needed
inviting me to sail the skies
to reach that distant Neverland
to live with you there would be a dream
one i'd never want to wake from
a land of happy things & new beginnings
and unforgettable adventures to be had
but to fly is no small feat
so hold me tight, won't you, darling?
the thought falling scares me so
but not if it's into your arms
oh precious Peter Pan
how long have you wandered
looking for someone who feels like home?
take my hand now and let us go find ours
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 3:52 AM UTC
At cross roads once again
No idea where to go
Lost in space, drowning at sea
But, whatever flows flows
The mighty winds
Used to carry me well.
Now like a leaf from above,
I struggled and fell.
Second star to the right?
But there isn't one star in the sky.
Will I ever find my way back?
There's no other choice but to fly.
Feb 25, 2024
Feb 25, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC
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Peter Pan in Bowring Park
For Dan, who knows something of magic
“Do you want an adventure now,
or would like to have your tea first?”
-Peter Pan
Sweet little bunnies browse and squirrels climb
And tiny mice and fairies give delight
To all the little ones of Newfoundland
Who visit Peter Pan in Bowring Park
He plays his pipes for them, and they can hear
The joyful music of his magic world
Where they may celebrate their pixie-dreams
At this bright second star from Kensington
And sing in peace their happy morning hymn
For darling little Betty, who waits for them
...the history behind Bowring Park's Peter Pan statue? — Historic Sites Association of Newfoundland & Labrador
May 29, 2021
May 29, 2021 at 9:10 AM UTC
The night grew darker and the babel hushed,
To their beds, the orphans rushed.
One by one sound asleep,
While through the curtain slit, Peter Pan peeped.
He crawled into the hut, silent as a grave
Played a melody, with an unusual octave.
That night had been quiet ghostly, odd and peculiar
Yet strangely enough, the orphans sensed no fear.
The melody chimed like a beautiful lullaby,
Frosty December cold seemed to have vanished, and it felt like warm July.
The misery and sorrow appeared to be ending,
As though time had stopped and reality was bending.
Soon it was morning with the crack of dawn,
But the hut lay silent, as if the children were gone.
With no guardians to search for the stray,
Lifeless bodies left on the floor, stiff and grey.
The little ones fell into a deep slumber, one with no breath,
A slumber that was led by the angel of death.
However, beneath the bed was a note that read,
“Off to Neverland, we now head”
-Yashaswee Das
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 2:09 AM UTC
Her shoulders are tired carrying heavy loads.
While crawling, she began throwing away the logs, rocks, barbs, and thorns.
She replaced them with feathers and
flower-petalled wings to reach the moon.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC
Your thoughts are far from the ground,
Like cumulonimbus clouds thundering by
And pouring rain.
Life seems to pass by, scattered and wispy
with the sound of the wind like a whistling train playing
as you stare at the elusive silver lining.
The pit patter of Peter Pan being lost
dwells heavy in your heart,
As you revise the sequence of the cumulus memories.
Life paces
As you ignore the malice and bantering of the crowds
Sticking your head above up into the clouds
half-deaf to reality in the room.
You have a foot in a fairy tale,
And one in the abyss.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 9:00 AM UTC
_Lost Boy - Ruth B_
There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too
Then one night, as I closed my eyes
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile
He said, "Peter Pan, that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely, " and ever since that day
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy, " they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny
As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand
And ever since that day
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy, " they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last
Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last
And for always I will say
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy, " they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
you took my hand,
we wrote a story that I thought
will never last
everything was just a fairytale
where I was playing the role of Tinkerbell
the girl who fell in love with Peter Pan
even though, Wendy was already holding his hands
you took me to neverland,
without thinking it would be this hard
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
I had a musical today.
We did Peter Pan.
It was fun,
Tomorrow we'll have to do it again
:)
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
Stay tonight,
Stay every night.
Fight what kills me,
when the darkness comes.
Take me to places,
Unknown,
Unseen.
Where just I would be your queen.
Look me in the
eyes, hold my hand,
Take me to neverland.
Where my heart can fly,
Beautifully upon the sky.
The crushing reality
stops in time.
And finally, your love is mine.
My little star,
shinning so bright.
You're my everything,
My only light.
So please... Just stay tonight.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 3:49 AM UTC
Honestly,
I think about you every single day.
From the moment we first met,
To this moment today.
You simply amaze,
My heart is ablaze;
I fell for you in all sorts of ways.
Now here I am, missing you today,
As I sit here in silence, my heart feels astray.
And as the day comes to an end,
The thought of you drifts into my mind.
I lay back to relax,
After all, dreaming of you helps me unwind.
As I close my eyes,
The thought of us drifts through my head.
We're going places,
Full speed ahead.
You take my hand,
We're running through a prairie.
And before I know it,
We're surrounded by fairies.
To our left, there's a pirate,
Who's missing a hand?
"Look, flying above us!
It's Peter Pan!"
So Neverland is where you've decided to take me.
Where we never grow old, stay young, and fly freely.
Well, now it's my turn,
Take my hand and count down from three.
I'll give you a hint,
We'll be deep beneath the sea.
As you open your eyes you gasp!
We're right beside a whale.
I point down,
"Look, you've got a tail!
Come, follow me,
Through the deep blue sea.
I'll introduce you to my friends,
And of course, Chef Louis."
We swim down through a city,
To a palace, we are let in,
Where we meet Ariel, Flounder,
Sebastian, and of course,
King Triton.
A throwback to our childhood,
At least for me,
"I know you love water,
So let loose
Swim free"
After a while,
You give me a kiss,
"What was that for?" I ask
"It's for all of this"
You smile and say
"Even though this is great,
It's my turn now,
And I cannot wait."
You take my hand,
As we swim towards the sky.
"This time will be different,
It'll be just you and I."
"Where are we going?"
I begin to ask.
"You'll see soon enough,
Now put on this mask..."
"I feel so distant,
It's silent, are we far?"
You slide off my mask,
"Look at all those beautiful stars."
I stand there in awe,
Then look back to your face.
"Dear, wh-where are we?"
"You dingus, we're in space."
All around there are stars passing by.
To our right,
To our left,
Low and high.
"Dear, this is wonderful,
I love space!"
"I know," you say.
"It's an amazing place."
I hold your hands,
This dream has been so fine.
I lean towards you,
And feel your lips press up against mine.
As I open my eyes,
I'm back in my bed.
And missing you,
Well,
That's back in my head.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
If you wanna be a kid be a kid . If you dont wanna grow up you have time, I grew up too fast I left my childhood behind.If you want , you can always have mine.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
Two friends, two lively runaways
Skin tinted light bulb white-
A vague starched contrast to pistachio Mays
So many tides of turquoise fears
Lave rooted feet in flight unseen thus far
In moon parade resulted earthly years
Few never landing kites are brushed against a shooting star
Wait! Now listen. There he comes.
Vein lianas pierce his pale wrists-
Pan plants steps on earthy lumps -
This straying soul the aging still resists
You may spot him in a forest
Leaving seasoned feral brae
With some berries wild in August,
Sweetening strangers' welcomed stay
"Have you seen my Darling, boys?
She wears ribbons in her hair
Darns old lovely teddy toys
Pray this life to her is fair."
"No, but say the author tells the truth
Lives your Wendy in a city
And her children know the sooth
They are little, yet so gritty"
Peter smiled :"Well, then I will bring them all
They'll attend the fairies' ball!
Now close your eyes and let us fall
If muffled in a fairy dust no harm will ever you befall
Onward, over a forgotten cave
Peter's flute in silence lays
Upward for a foggy cradle crave
Three flying figures in ablaze
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
I just realized that peter pan is actually an angel
And neverland is heaven
Those kids didn’t age because they were dead
I wish I didn’t age
I try to put my mental health before education
But then it affects my education which effects
My mental health which effects my
Educ- you get it
Do you realize we are the kids our parents
Warned us about
I am an overly emotional
Clingy
Distant private person
Who has the tendency to overshare at any moment
And I don’t know what the **** that means
But I'm going with it
This poem doesn’t really have a meaning
But I think that might be the meaning
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
You stole my heart
My adolescence too
Me, you, and lost boys march
We aren't scared of a crew
You sprinkled me with Pixi-Dust
And you saved me from growing older
You took me to Neverland
You flew me as I held onto your shoulders
Tinkerbelle and her Pixi-Dust
The captain and his hook
He kidnapped us and Tinkerbelle
But you saved us and we shall forever sail
The lost boy's imagination
Smiling is our declaration
For we are warriors
And you're my Peter Pan
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
I want to keep my inner child alive
The more mature I become, the faster he dies
I want to keep his wonder in my eyes
As my curiosity blurs along with time
Who he is, is getting harder to define
Losing his small hand's grip from mine
Maturation is going to make me blind
The vibrancy of my colours subsides
His childish traits are falling back inside
The outside world and him do not coincide
Hardening my heart that use to be kind
Leaving with his pieces that use to be mine
He retreats to the corners of my mind
Burying himself in memories of time
Because that is where his happiness lies
In my childhood when the world was wide
I place myself behind too many lines
Building a box using all the right signs
Growing up into expectations assigned
Resorting to a life so simplified
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
I got asked a question today that made me think
“Do you believe in magic?” My dad asked as we drove past the mall
“Not the type of magic that’s in Harry Potter if that’s what you mean.”
We let the conversation end there but I’d like to elaborate a bit more if that’s okay
I don’t believe in the Harry Potter type magic
But I do believe that there is some type of magic in the world
There has to be
Don’t tell me that you’ve never looked a young child in the eyes on Christmas Day and not seen the light of magic
Don’t tell me that with every laugh surrounded by friends there isint just a little bit of you that believes
So yes, I’d like to say I believe in magic and maybe you should to
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 8:14 AM UTC
A place
That only exist
In the heart
Of those who believe
A heart that is young
Such as the single rose
beautiful, but needs
To be cared for
For those who feel
Like there's no hope
Close your eyes
For there is a Peter
In everyone
And Neverland
Is inside our spirit
Waiting to be found.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
Someday, I’ll go to Neverland;
flying to the second star in the right.
You’ll be my Peter Pan,
and I’ll hold you so tight.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
I find myself losing more of that person,
I'm less of who I was,
less of who I wanted to be.
More paranoia,
anger,
frustration,
and anxiety
than I ever wanted.
I'm a walking shell of a human,
I don't know where my story will go next
because I move like it's already ended,
days go by in seconds,
weeks by in hours,
a month will pass in a breath yet the future still hasn't come.
The past used to follow me like a shadow,
but it seems I've turned into a
modern-day Peter Pan
and pushed it away.
And away it took all of who I was.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
I wanted to believe
I could fly
but I was out
of happy thoughts
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
Peter Pan
We are not all Peter Pan;
We must grow up one day.
We must do all we can, while we can,
Before it all goes away.
TV has more than the Disney channel;
There is so much out there to find.
One day you will not be able to afford Chanel,
So be rich and poor at the same time;
Make the most of your life.
Our guardians protect us and raise us.
Hold their words close to your chest,
But one day you must leave the nest
And walk alone; relax and take a deep breath.
In fact you must go, because it is good for the soul.
You must learn to fly high into the sky,
Before they plant you in the ground.
Technology does not save us all,
So cry aloud your nature call.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 6:31 AM UTC