The Monster Beneath The Bed Poem by Darlene Walsh
The Monster Beneath The Bed
What is that you're seeing
in the corner of your eye
Stealthful foot steps following
never passing by
In the corner of the mirror
watching when you blink
It is patient and silent
and deadlier than you think
It's biding time for years
until the time is ripe
Until you've grown enough
and are just the right type
When you have grown enough
to be a tasty morsel
From beneath the bed it comes
through a secret portal
In silence it is waiting
needing to be fed
Out in darkness slithering
from beneath your bed
In your sleep it comes
needing to be fed
Nibbling a tasty morsel
until you are dead
What's that in the mirror of the corner of your eye
What's that footstep following, never passing by
Perhaps the lot is waiting, perhaps we're all dead
Out they come slithering from underneath the bed
thanks for offering this chiller for my/our October 'showcase for PH poets', found on my PH site on my poem page. i like this one ESPECIALLY because i've already read and commented on it. :) :) :) and i've probably already sent it to MyPoemLis, but i'll do it again, just in case. and you i'll send to my Poets List, just in case. :) keep on killin'. keep on chillin'. bri :) p.s. as much as i like Akhtar, i think he and i may be thinking of different experiences who is correct! ?
This would be a great poem to read to young kids around a campfire! Well done.
In your sleep it comes needing to be fed Nibbling a tasty morsel until you are dead....finely penned
In your sleep it comes needing to be fed Nibbling a tasty morsel until you are dead.....good thought
Funny.. a very similar poem was presented on Dr Who before you wrote this. 🤔
Take a look at The Poet's notes about The Poem: Inspired by a poem recited by Doctor Who Season Eight Episode 4 of the revival:
Darla, please send me a response to Adam Nason's comment from 2016. i had wanted to use this poem in March 2017 showcase, but would not feel right doing it if his words are true! bri :) i hope you are well.
This is a rework of an existing masterpiece. Whats that in the mirror? In the corner of your eye? Whats that footstep following? But never passing by? Perhaps the lot is waiting, Perhaps when we're all dead. Out they'll come a slithering, From underneath your bed.
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9/28/2023 10:24:57 AM # 1.0.0.1115
ooooooo spoooky nightmare poem...good rhyme...