Short Neverland Poems
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Michael Jackson
Modern day Peter Pan
A child forever, in Neverland
Even Tinker Bell became a Moonwalk fan
Written on 5/28/2015
In a peculiar mood
Waiting for angry gray clouds
To snap me up
And casually float me
Over the trees and the marsh
to Never-Neverland
Ghosts at one time scared me
However, I then grew
Only to find people
Strictly the ones I knew
Thinking thoughts unbridled
lost in Neverland--true
Yield fear like ghosts that flew
There once was a singer with a white glove
Who concealed kinky expressions of love
At his 'Neverland Ranch'
The weird stuff made folks blanch
For the love in his glove came with a shove
A million little stars hold up the sky
Pinning it to the back of Neverland
A place where dreams come true
For those who can truly understand
For the Pick A Title contest
sp. Edward Ibek
3/11/19
We were two people in one world in a crowded and unsteady life, walking quietly out to Neverland. The only people we would ever see are miles behind us, mysterious and magical in the red light of the horizon.
Love is a journey,
a thrilling ride.
Love is a camera,
full of memories.
Love is a battlefield,
bound in blood.
Love is the smell of rain,
after a storm.
Love is a slippery slope,
leading to neverland.
Form:
My Return to Forever Neverland
behold blended benevolent beings
Assemblage on my behalf
Microcosm minutes balances all
Eternal spirit equations unfettering
our coincidence of cold living
Universal postage accepted.
Propelled like a shooting star
Neverland is not so far
What an accidental chaos
Emotions roar in riots
"I am a bomb
I am a missile
I am a storm"
What a rush
An invincible gush
Cheeks in blush
love in cash
Two outs
Bottom of the ninth
Two balls
Two strikes
Wendy up at bat
Coy and demure
Peter on the mound
Anxious and determined
Stares down the batter
Looking for a sign
Wendy winks
Peter winds up
A slider down the middle
Star lilies cover the trees,
puplecorn flakes cover the ground,
The sky mist with dreams and hopes
A lost boat flies to me;
what this carries I do not know,
can I want, or maybe just for
show. This time of never land
I do so hope, is with me forever
deep by my soul.
When you get lost in Wonderland
Or Neverland with Peter Pan
Having fun with the Darling clan,
I have always wanted to look
Right inside a storybook.
I want to see the Tin Man walk
And to see an animal talk.
Where can I see this?
Where can I look?
Right inside a storybook.
Make it so
I don't think of you
Pull my strings
You always do
You let me think
This was a dream
But a nightmare could
Split the seam
And tear my heart
To fit your hand
The coolest style
In neverland
I lay in oil
And color spills
Through another bottle
Of heartache pills...
@}:--
Harassed by forked tongue
Against treacherous rocks flung
Very nearly drowned
Eventually I found
Never-neverland~ Safe ground!
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Contest: Tankacrostic
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed 3rd
© 18th May 2021
Oh god was quick; so were we
to come so unexpectedly.
In final sleep we held your hand;
wept shocked tears in neverland.
Awakened, you to daylight,
how cruel his sun so bright,
to darken day before the moon,
before was quite not afternoon.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
October 10, 2012
I have been there surely?
Flying over the clouds, fighting with Curley
Crocodiles and pirates avast!
Slipping through the trees and running fast
Danger lurks about this heaven indeed
Pirates area all dangerous...even Smee
My childhood home resembles what neverland is
But I know that it is somewhere it exist
Sleep
Sleep, sleeping, to sleep. Deep sleep,
Need sleep, Rem sleep, Can’t sleep.
This precious function so essential
To the young seems elemental.
Longing for this simple need
This aging mind can only plead.
Just one sweet night in Neverland
This old girl would think it grand.
And zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Form:
If you wondered if my feelings are real
You need to hear my heart pounding beat
Racing like a speeding fleet
Straight to the amplifier of my heart
The loudness and throbbing ring
Completes my wants and desires within
Longing for your kiss, your touch
Bringing us closer to Neverland
As the sky touches the stars
No matter how far
Haughty hefty Helga has healthy hatred
Igniting ignorant Inga’s inebriated idiocy
Justifying jealous Julie’s juvenile judgements
Kindling crafty Kara’s crazy critter-like craftiness
Leaving Lonesome Larry loathing lofty lying Leland
Making Malicious maltreated Mallory manageable
Nasty negativity nonchalantly noticeable in Neverland.
I wear your ring
as I pretend
everything's perfect
in Neverland
Thoughts of you
that may never come true
but are perfect
in my Field of dreams
Oh how I miss
the way we would kiss
with the perfect hold
in my Fairytale
I speak of you
in everything I do
amazed by the perfect scenes
in my Storybook
all in my Land of Make Believe
For years I have lived in denial.
Hiding from things I do not completely understand.
Denial is something that you might have unplanned.
But denial and me go hand in hand.
I drift away into Neverland.
To ignore my problems at hand.
My mind has become inland, and disbanded.
My heart is being high demanded.
Oh, how I wish my perfect life never ended.
Sleep, sleeping, to sleep. Deep sleep,
Need sleep, Rem sleep, Can’t sleep.
Longing for this simple need
My tired mind can only plead.
Just one long night in Neverland
That sweet dream would be so grand
The sheep counted are without number
Still no sign of precious slumber
At last exhaustion rules the day
On a cloud of bliss I slip away...
Close your eyes and imagine
your somewhere else
Get away from this feeling
that tends to hurt you so.
Escape from this corrupted world and fly
to that make believe place called Neverland.
Dreams can come true,
look inside your heart.
Dig through the mountainous pain and obstacles
and run through the rushing
waterfall to see the sunshine
in the other side.
Form:
This 30th of November,
I can be dragged down by
men
that I loved. And they feel no guilty
I’m caged in maturity.
A little girl tugs my fuchsia leg-split
“Tear it or tear down”.
Fear
of getting lost
Neverland
with a waggish Peter Pan
makes promises and never brings
or the world’s much like flame
in sin where men are hell king.
Neverland merges with Happily Ever After
I discover my own unique self-made Shangri--La
Reveling South Pacific’s Bali Hai
Verdant grasses, gorgeous crepe myrtles, ripe peach trees
Amid gorgeous colors not easily seen in this dimension
Nirvana, I feel amazed and awed by your grace and exquisiteness.
As beautiful and fertile place as I have ever imagined prior to today.