Best Peter Pan Poems
Dearest Child-Adventuring Man, My Darling Peter Pan:
Since that never to be forgotten day when Wendy first brought
you my way, my heart has been enchanted thru and true with
love for you. You are as magical as your happy-thought dust
that brought me flight thru star-glimmer skies, shimmering great
joy from my soul-core straight to my eyes. With you, I have felt
amazing fantasy as enthralling reality because of the wonder that
is you and your purview.
I love Neverland, Tinker Bell, the boys and the countless joys that
made up the minutes of each day we shared. Though nothing in my
future will ever compare, I can no longer deny that I am compelled
to step into adulthood, that such is what I should do, what I am
meant to do, and must do without you. In your world, I will always
be your girl, but in the traditional world, I must let my woman
unfurl. What is calling me onward and forward is all that you
would never walk toward and risk dying adult-bored.
Turn any woe into a splendid crow of much ado, repeat until woe
has winded you, then smile to know -
~ I shall always gratefully and lovingly remember you ~
Hand in hand two sprites on a magic flight
with wings of crystal glass and fairy light
they flew, inside an abstract sky of white
wing to wing, one was nimble one was bright
Wearing taffet gowns of silky swishes
they were often flourishing their wishes
blessing all with benign hugs and squishes
tiny pixies, no bigger than mom's dishes
They were sent to baby rooms and wee ones
they shone like light from fifty golden suns
but every now and then they goofed all thumbs
and landed in a cabbage patch, oh crumbs !
they flew like Peter Pan and Tinker Bell
with magic wands to cast a spell, pell-mell
they scurried this way that and then oh well
they crazed it up and then they cast a spell.
Feb 26, 2023
Sponsor Eve Roper
Contest Name Nursery Rhyme
A crisp, cold morning in Hyde Park,
and he is waiting for his date.
As joggers jog and poodles bark,
the girl's unconscionably late.
He paces London's crocused heart,
as traffic booms in Piccadilly:
he's practicing that English art
of seeming calm, while feeling silly.
One final tryst beside the lake,
in front of the Eternal Boy:
a parting kiss, for old times' sake ...
she's stood him up? Or playing coy?
The hotel clerk purrs sympathy
when summoned on the mobile phone.
By now, she'll be in Duty Free.
Well, there it is. This Bird Has Flown.
He tries to feign the jaunty airs
of a striped suit on a sandwich sortie,
but doing drily debonaire's
not easy when you're fat and forty.
He tramps the lonely, flat green mile
to Green Park Tube's unlovely portal,
but perks up with a cheeky smile -
well, for a week he was immortal!
If I had to choose Robin Hood, Robinson Crusoe or Peter Pan?
Hmm……
What a quandary.
What a plight.
I truly do not think I can.
I will never grow up, so I have the Peter Pan part down, furiously.
I have always yearned for my own island, and a giant tree house, curiously.
Wouldn’t I love to steal from the rich who have already stolen from the poor?
This choice cannot be done. I need a part of all of them, forever more.
~Peter Pan~
(Rhyme)
Peter Pan where are you going
I guess it's Wendy you're looking for
And to Neverland now you are flying
As Tinkerbell spreads magic at my door
I always watched you in completely awe
All these years since I was really small
O Peter you were always my hero then
You were my favorite out of them all
In the eyes of every child you're so tall
O Peter you're so brave and so strong
With Wendy and the kids you're so sweet
Forever you've planted in my heart a song!
In the end you beat Old Hook as you'd plan
Oh Peter Pan I am still your number #1 fan!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
January.23. 2015
Peter Pan Envy
I envy Peter Pan
He never get’s old as a man
He can fly back and forth to never-never land
To his lost boys a merry band
If I had Tinkerbelle’s fairy dust and could fly
I would go up and up into the sky
I would fly up to my wife who’s in heaven
And take her back to nineteen fifty-seven
The fifties were a great time in life
It was when I met my future wife
I’m not sure how many times it has been
When I wanted to turn back time and
be like those children again
Being a young adult makes me feel so tired
and insane
Why do I have to deal with this such kind of pain?
I now understand why Peter didn’t wanna grow up
It’s because this phase is full of hardships;
so hard that it makes you want to just give up.
on everything.
It’s quite saddening
that no matter how much I wanted
to be young again and stay as one forever,
it just won’t happen.
Simply because
I ain’t Peter Pan
and
this place ain’t Neverland.
Form:
My waterfall of spiral light
hearing the pitter pat
of endless night
of rolling blue Danube thoroughfare junction
flowing to the right
of sequines' songbird function,
Eye, the crescent moon
ebbing and bulging in yr sight,
can only wonder
how you capture
the Sun's fiery light...
crying and can't pinpoint Y
I think joy has overcome
my reason to question why
I've given up reading
all those escapist books,
for everything in mynd
has been growing cold,
the beer on my breath
is stale and old
fuzzy froth
my beard, the hot
chicky broth...
Why do some choose
separate doors
to sleep behind
and row away without oars?
I prefer to play like children with kites and wind,
to never grow up -
to be a mountain,
a bard
and a friend
to a juxtaposition
of old animal lore;
they speak to me when
the adults have given
me a bore,
Why must things be "just so"? and more:
the shiny silver
the crystal,
the green liquor bottles,
the trial of gastritis inside romance novels,
and why Eye continue
crying as I write this
soul a - spying,
whimpering from the loss
of someone I could not
own, control, or boss,
I finally respect myself
again
because now I can be
my own friend,
and You, my newbell and
tinker
whom I hve fallen for
hook, line, and sinker
a young fairy
older than her daze
exploring space, but following
a personal sort of maze,
I give you this ring
of thee I sing
unafraid but in proportion
to yr fairy wing,
I glow with persperation
aside said proposition:
Give us this day
hour daily bread
In hills of Valhala where
waters' cold in head
to start with ice dams
fish hatcheries
and the like,
of trout flopping with
orangegreen and streaking pike,
of a Neverland
straight on till morning
my starlight
in white,
I'll pull down the silver
streaking moon tonight
and give you the
collection of dust
which you'll keep
in a box of starlightening trust
of these good intentions
I send
to You, morningafter
fairy - within you
I'll sleep...
Pan
Peter
The Lost Boys
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Hook
out of sync the wheel
squeaks, too many little
brown mice with big mice ears
have chewed my bearings
a sunbeam sits on my
dislocated shoulder
and the cat's in the cradle
sleeping with the whole ball of wax
(what a yarn that is!)
i sharpen my nails and
dig in the posthumous dirt
of my arrival, coming
undone by the light of the silvery
moon, sprinkles melting on cupcakes
and newlyweds
it's nine yards and an inch,
hail hail all ye who enter
my sleep, prepare for Occam's
close shave, reality bites the dust
and then backtracks into ruts
of self-disclosure, counting crows,
mismatched socks, and coins for the
ferryman
watching
hi-def TV and writing poetry
that fall by the wayside, colours
of flesh and inhibition, the scent of lavender
honeysuckle and ginger blossoms pounding at my door:
wake up you crazy easy fool,
time is ticking and the crocodile is not
far away, your shadow is being dry-cleaned.
Form:
I feel in love with you while you were still a boy
You didn't want to grow up
You were stuck in neverland
I fell in love with Peter Pan
I needed more then this dreamland
But you weren't going to budge
You chose the high road
You made the choice to remain a child
Things were changing
Those kisses just weren't enough
I needed you by my side
When i turned around
You were already gone
Back to your dreams
You keep yourself safe away from adulthood
You couldn't understand my love for you
Was stronger than the biggest storm
You stayed with your dreams
When my dream was a life with you
I fell in love with Peter Pan
My hearts always with him
I kept moving
I had to go
I loved you more then myself
More than you'll ever know
The creation of man
you want to make god laugh
make a plan
we are built by his hands
our hand is like his hand
hell or heaven the promise land
you know what I really cant stand
is those who have it all and still demand
what I could do with a hundred grand
bring my family back together like a broken rock band
have a family reunion like a clan
eating watermelon chilling under the fan
this life is what you make it I call that Peter Pan
Peter Pan
take me to Neverland
so I can be the man
I want to be the man
that I imagine I am
Peter Pan. -TA
Wendy is lost. She made the wrong choice.
She screams at night, hoping Peter will hear her voice.
Damaged by the trials an adult has to make.
Her life has become more than she can take.
Villains like Captain Hook, came to her in disguise.
They've broken her heart with countless lies.
She has turned her misery into rhyme.
Wishing that she could turn back time.
She has witnessed the dark side of reality.
Depression & sickness has weakened her body.
Sipping her medicine from a buttercup.
Listening to music to cheer her up.
Every wrong decision has made her cry.
Blissful thoughts could make her fly.
All she needs is some hope & Pixie Dust.
Searching for a man that she can trust.
Wendy's dreams are about Neverland.
Soaring through the clouds & holding Peter's hand.
Just follow the second star to the right.
She'll be there by the morning light.
Famous garb of tighty-tights
In flying high a child delights
To never have a crappy day
He smiles and floats and flies away
Propensity to lie ingrained
From that moment mind constrained
If only we could fly again
The smile would surely follow
Old and tested never tried
Life a disappointing ride
Until the day that I decide
To be like Peter Pan
Unlike an opera Diva,
a writer hides his age
Scores to bear eternal youth,
a Contralto dies on stage
Ink reclaims the Land of Oz,
Dorothy to know
Toto barks—old lyrics march,
Peter Pan aglow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)