Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a poem about the moment before you step on stage.
Writings
To Two of a Kind
"Today was the day the play started.
I nearly had missed my cue.
Dodging the extras who've been too soft-hearted,
My mind remained locked on you."
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The plot now is barreling towards me,
Preparing to crush me to death.
I guess it's true it adds action to the story,
And now you're all that I have left.
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Red Balloons
99 red balloons.
As I step to the stage, I think.
Each red balloon, signifies my past.
It’s been a hard journey, but I won.
1 red balloon shoots to the sky, followed by another 66.
Another 2 red balloons was released.
Then another.
Another and another.
Soon, before I realise, the last 29 balloons appear.
99 red balloons, they fly away, they represent my past.
But you see, there ...
All Eyes On Me
all eyes on me
ready to see, feel, hear
the words bouncing
off the mic
into the crowd
a piece of me
to be shared
give permission
for ears to
enter my soul
take control
for this brief
dramatic moment
I am all yours
you are all mine
our hearts intertwined
as we dance
to the same beat
my beat
inhale deeply
exhale slowly
I am ready...
The Backdrop
Stand behind the backdrop
I breathe
I search
For something familiar
In vain
I come a long way
To be listened
To be heard
I see the velvet green
So much like the woolen
Chair
On the flight that send me here
Where the sky is forever blue
And trees countless, zigzagging across the lanes
Requesting more
Yet more
From their Mother
To be capable
Of an eventual escape
Winter befalls
Under th...
Tell Her
Expressing your feelings
Cannot be as simple as all the movies say
“It’s like pulling a baindaid off”
Even though it feels closer to stepping on a stage
Anxiously watching the curtains open
Thousands of eyes watching, waiting for you to slip.
I didn’t slip
But I know I’ve fallen
I’ve fallen so deep in love I feel as though I’ll never stop....
The Torture That Is My Mind
Heart pump
Breath quick
Blood rush
Palms slick
Doubt creeps up my spine and wraps his cold, spiked hands around my neck.
Breathe
Faster
Hot tension fills my body as every muscle tenses.
My stomach drops and pulls in as fear joins the massacre that is my mind.
Fear slithers and wraps around my chest as doubt scratches at my throat.
Fear slices my rib cage and doubt seeps into the wounds. Doubt’s ...
Silence Before The Fall
The moment is still. Filled with anticipation.
She, a ballerina made of bone, waits alone.
And breath, and heart, and trembling skin.
What did she do to deserve such a tension scene?
Her legs light, right on her toes.
Her face so pale, seemingly filled with deep emotions.
Emotions of dreams she chased and love grown cold.
Yet here she is, standing with grace.
Ready to dance and hide...
Cardboard Courage
The moon is not made of paper
Nor the sky painted canvas
yet I wait backstage to perform
with cardboard courage
a stacacco heartbeat drumline
hairline trickles cold sweat staining
my carefully crafted mask
on a frayed ribbon
knowing the words by heart still
sentences dry as cotton
collect in my throat
as I step into the spotlight...