Look Under Your Bed
Look under your bed, the spiders are sleeping,
Their legs curled tight in the silence, creeping.
Whispers of silk, spun thick and unseen,
Resting in corners where shadows lean.
Their eyes, like glass, hold a thousand dreams,
Woven through webs where darkness gleams.
Each thread a secret, each thread a lie,
Waiting for nightfall to spread and fly.
Don’t stir too loudly, don’t make a sound,
For under the bed, they’re safe and bound.
Breathe softly, child, and let them be.
The spiders sleep where you cannot see.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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This is so beautifully eerie—it gave me goosebumps! I might sound very Australian saying this, but I just found a redback spider in my backyard and now I’m officially terrified to let my son play outside!
A great poem, even though I hate spiders with a capital H.
Some creatures are made to live during the day while some live in the night like spider.