Peter Pan Poems - Poems about Peter Pan

Alice held flowers in her hand, So huge were they, 'twas tough to stand, She collected them all herself, The bouquet was for her bookshelf, Walking with them proved so tricky, Her hands hurt and they were sticky, She didn't see where she was going, Her steps they were slowly slowing, Peter Pan saw her...

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I remember that I once called him Peter Pan The man I loved, and yet a child at heart to me A name that became vividly more portending at pretending than I ever could've imagined. A lost boy I found long ago, or did he find me? No need for Tinkerbelle's pixie dust because he flew with me as his Darling,*...

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Curtains flutter over the nursery sill, Waiting for their mother to find The coverlet tossed aside, hanging still, Patiently expecting mother to right the spill, The beds, empty, the windows, the open kind; Stars twinkle, restlessly above, for their mother to kiss them goodnight, As a girl sits alone, tickled by lilac and foxglove, Without her darling boys like...

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Once upon a December we were friends. Once upon a cold night holding onto a time we knew someday would end. A whole new world we’ll never see. You're stuck drowning under the sea, after letting go of my hand because you wanted to be free. Lost in the jungle like a lost little boy. Running around like a...

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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...

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I woke up at three a.m. Some call it the witching hour. I call it the imagination hour. I felt like something was happening, so I looked outside. Saw Peter Pan and Wendy heading to the second star to the right. “Straight on ‘til morning” a voice said in my head. It was more than enough to make my night fabulous!...

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I will never grow up! Me either! I scream with delight. You can’t make me go to school! Now we have a differing opinion. Because I go to school every day So, I can be around others who never want to grow up And I am not talking about the children....

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A fisherman hooked him a croc inside it was a ticking clock The fisherman took out a jar of Peter Pan,* said - 'Here you are' The croc did thank the fisherman as they sailed the sea to 'Never-Land' ________________________________ *Peanut Butter, of course......

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“It’s very good to meet you, You look younger than expected, But guess that’s always likely, When your status is protected?” “Yes it’s good to meet you, Of course I seem just a pup, I’m bound to look a youngster, Cos I never will grow up!” “I heard that you can fly as well? Is that line really true?” “Yes I can fly at night-time, Come...

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Why can’t he get away from that mirror? Miss Piggy wondered. He seemed to be fixated on it like a show horse encumbered. The magic mirror was for her to primp and preen, was it not? Are you finished there? She asked, her kindest voice a big thought. Peter turned away and gave her a flash of his prettiest...

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(As a child I loved watching Peter Pan every year on T.V. When I grew, I had some serious questions for him). A Conversation With Peter Pan Ladies and gentlemen, this is a special night I have a guest—Oh, I’m such a fan! So, let’s give it up for every child’s delight— The one and only—Peter Pan! Before we get...

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Peter Pan Comes Visiting How well I know Peter. He comes over now and then; Entertains my children far better than I They love to see him, pine for his wild laugh In the gap times between visits. Known him since Kindergarden, Then as now a golden-haired Forever Boy Eyes of ice blue always seeming to be looking Into some babe fresh world nobody...

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Peter Pan is off to Never-Never-land again He has found his elusive shadow, it is on him. Wendy is coming along with brothers Michael and John They are traveling across the sky, Tinkerbell’s light is on Nana their St. Bernard is horrified as they leave the nursery. She is unfortunately tied up in the yard, as they fly past joyfully. “You...

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When he was but a child his parents often smiled when he wanted them to read him Peter Pan. And when they read, “the end." he’d say, “Please, read it all again.” “This time a little slower if you can.” So they’d read it all again…and again and again and again for that is what mothers and fathers do because if...

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The stars look pretty from down here, Lying on my side. This chicken doesn't want to hold me, I'm too heavy for playground rides. I'm not a child anymore. At least I try. Especially After Strawberry Daiquiris....

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