Steven Harris


I'm Not Ready


That first moment of
getting up on stage
ready to do something
perform something
nobody has heard
before
shaking in my boots
but there is nobody
out on the floor
nobody but
the bar staff
the doorman
and the sound guy
yet it's making
me scared
terrified to get up
their
stand their and play
do something that can
change everything
in my life
i wont forget this moment
the lights will hit
and it will start
the music will get
pumping
now just to get
up their
and do it
then i can
get down
grab a beer and get
drunk
after it's done
i wont be looking back
all i have to do
is stop myself from shaking
throw off these nerves
make that first
step
get up their and
do it
are you ready
because i'm not.

Submitted: Monday, June 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (I'm Not Ready by Steven Harris )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Horrible "Premonition" October.., Ronald Chapman
  2. GAZA غزة, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  3. Hindi Haiku (21-25), S.D. TIWARI
  4. Hope, Ronald Chapman
  5. Boy on a swift fence, Ajala Samuel Akindele
  6. I preach peace, hasmukh amathalal
  7. हम क्यों ज्यादा आग्रही और हठी है ham kyo, hasmukh amathalal
  8. Here is to an Endless Musing, James Darwin Smith II
  9. Puppetry, Naveed Khalid
  10. Clover, Naveed Khalid

Poem of the Day

poet Percy Bysshe Shelley

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Jessie Mackay

 
[Hata Bildir]