Learn a poem by heart and perform it in front of people

Hi Ma NaMe Is TrOuBlEs/..

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, “If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,—
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm.”

I’ve known how to recite “The Owl and the Pussycat” since I was 7, but last year, my sister asked me to recite it at her wedding. It was fantastic to be able to perform it, rather than just read it.

I memorized the “Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow” soliloquy from Macbeth. My whole Senior English class had to memorize it but I really enjoyed the assignment and performing it. To this day I can still recite it and it makes me feel good that I accomplished something even if it was small.

I’ve had to do this for Drama class, plays and for Variety Shows. I love it. I love being onstage, to perform. Its the best feeling. I used to be scared to death to speak in public but… I got over it in 8th grade. I’m going to audition for the Variety Show at the high school (I just graduated fyi) this year too. I don’t know what poem I’ll do but it’ll be fun. Cannot wait for it. ♥

It wasn’t a poem, per se. It was a soliloquy from Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar”. I was one of two students in my class who attempted to memorize and perform the scene.
I’ve mostly forgotten it by now, but the experience made me realize how much I love performing.

write a poem and perform it in front of people! Gulp.

“When first we faced” by Philip Larkin

When first we faced, and touching showed
How well we knew the early moves,
Behind the moonlight and the frost,
The excitement and the gratitude,
There stood how much our meeting owed
To other meetings, other loves.

The decades of a different life
That opened past your inch-close eyes
Belonged to others, lavished, lost;
Nor could I hold you hard enough
To call my years of hunger-strife
Back for your mouth to colonise.

Admitted: and the pain is real.
But when did love not try to change
The world back to itself—no cost,
No past, no people else at all—
Only what meeting made us feel,
So new, and gentle-sharp, and strange?

if you do it more than once, the world will beg you to stop. But you will be hooked!

Someone brought up haiku, so I performed this poem.

“Michigan is cold.”
Says the man with no trousers.
Silly, silly, naked man.