Crawling Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

Crawling, creeping, inch by inch
Through the dirt and under the rich
A world so small, yet full of might
A journey of survival, a daily fight
Over the pebbles and blades of grass
Through the tangles, I slowly pass
The sun shines bright, a giant orb
But to me, a mere glowing torch
My body, sleek and slender
A creature so meek, yet so tender
With six legs, I scurry on
In search of food, from dusk till dawn
Crawling, creeping, through the dark
In the shadows, I leave my mark
My antennae, sensing every move
For dangers, I must quickly prove
With each step, I am filled with fear
For predators, are always near
But I must press on, it's my only chance
In this world, I must advance
Through the dirt, I make my way
A world so vast, but to me, it's just a play
Among the leaves, I find my home
A place to rest, before I roam
But even in my slumber, I am aware
Of the dangers lurking, in the air
So I dream of safety, in my little nest
And pray that tomorrow, I'll be blessed
Crawling, creeping, through the rain
With every drop, I feel the strain
But I am determined, to carry on
My spirit, never once withdrawn
For I am a survivor, a tiny being
In this world, I am always fleeing
But my will to live, is stronger still
A tiny warrior, with an iron will
Through the mud, I trudge along
My journey, a never-ending song
And with each step, I am reminded
Of the strength, within me, deep-seeded
Crawling, creeping, through the tunnels
My home, a maze of endless funnels
But I know each turn, each twist and bend
For my survival, I must comprehend
The darkness, a comfort, in which I hide
But my senses, always open wide
For the world is full, of hidden threats
And I must be ready, to fight and fret
The world above, so vast and grand
But to me, it's just a foreign land
For in the dirt, I find my peace
And from there, I never cease
Crawling, creeping, through the seasons
My life, a constant change of reasons
But I adapt, to the heat and cold
For within me, lies a warrior bold
Through the snow, I make my way
A tiny creature, in a world so gray
But even in the coldest night
My spirit shines, like a guiding light
For I am a crawler, a being so small
But my will to survive, will never fall
And though my journey, may never end
I am proud, to be a crawler, my friend.


Authorship by: Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
®️ Crawling