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POEM STARTER
Write a poem about the moment before you step on stage.
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I’ve done this for the past 100 days
And yet the feeling stays the same
I’m still anxious and afraid
All it takes is one big step before I enter on the stage
But I freeze and take a breath
I’ve always hated crowds and loud noises but yet it seems I’ve made a career out of it
Ironic I know
But as I take that step onto the stage
My fears go away and I preform another day
Just for the cycle t...
**In, out, in, out, **
**breath caught like a bird, **
**stage fright knots my stomach, **
**a spotlight blazing— **
**skin tingling, heart racing.**
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**The curtain whispers secrets, **
**each heartbeat, a drumroll, **
**among faces, blurred, waiting, **
**my moment to shine. **
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**Lights, camera, action—**
**I step into the glow, **
**feeling every eye **
**pierce through my mask, **
**an...
My homemade mask is on
Full of bright smiles
Happy eyes
And rosy cheeks
I’m about to step out of my car which means
Showtime is now here
I’ve gotten pretty good with my acting
I convince people I’m happy
And that I love the person that I am
I act confident
Put together
Like I have everything figured out
Ok
Here we go
One foot in front of the other
I see people in the distance
...
A nervous smile,
A whispered encouragement.
Just waiting while the clapping fades.
Heart, too fast.
Slow down the breathing.
Cool and collected. Please.
Discussion from the actors
That are already on stage,
They chant, then fall silent.
A quiet step
Before a confident persona
Sweeps onto the stage.
A beat of silence
Until a rough voice proclaims,
“So foul and fair a day I have not se...
Breathe it in and hold it close to your chest.
The lights became her eyes.
She was alone
But the river of applause coaxed
Words into the memory of smiles of satisfaction.
It wasn’t about selling. Selling her,
It wasn’t about that. Not for her.
It wasn’t about becoming better than those with voices that
Flowed pure enough to cause shivers of understanding.
That was theirs. But she had hers.
It...
Beat! beat! drums! — blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows — through doors — burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
Into the school where the scholar is studying;
Leave not the bridegroom quiet — no happiness must he have now with his bride,
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,
So fierce you whirr and pound you...
"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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...
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
to take center stage...
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