Beating heart
Pounding brain
Uneasy step
A runaway train.
Mouth is drying
Fears are bold
As to the stage
His words be told.
Debut nerves
Pulpit waiting
For his arrival
Poetry stating.
The silent audience
Eyes now staring
Less than twenty
Brain is searing.
Slowly but
With spirit rising
Wavering start
Now passion climbing.
Voice of angels
Overpowering
Each syllable
Now inspiring.
Words like water
Flowing loudly
Sounds of applause
Not great but gently.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
Offline) - Published: November 24th, 2023 05:32
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Comments1
I really enjoyed this. I've never read my poems to an audience but you really capture how daunting and exciting it must me.
I chickened out when the time came, but wanted to finish the half poem I wrote before I was due on stage. Thank you for your kind words and glad you enjoyed it
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