Examples Of Dramatic Monologue

Ollie McGee
Have you seen walking through the village
A Man with downcast eyes and haggard face?
That is my husband who, by secret cruelty Never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty; Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth, And with broken pride and shameful humility, I sank into the grave. But what think you gnaws at my husband's heart? The face of what I was, the face of what he made me! These are driving him to the place where I lie.
In death, therefore, i am avenged

Yee Bow
They got me into the Sunday-school
In Spoon River And tried to get me to drop
Confucius for Jesus. I could have been no worse
off
If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius.
For, without any warning, as if it were a prank,
And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley,
The minister's son, caved my ribs into my lungs,
With a blow of his fist.
Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin,
And no children shall worship at my grave

Mrs. Sibley

The secret of the stars-- gravitation.
The secret of the earth-- layers of rock.
The secret of the soil-- to receive seed.
The secret of the seed-- the germ.
The secret of man-- the sower.
The secret of woman-- the soil.
My secret, Under a mound that you shall never find.

Peleg Poague

Horses and men are just alike.
There was my stallion, Billy Lee,
Black as a cat and trim as a deer,
With an eye of fire, keen to start,
And he could hit the fastest speed
Of any racer around Spoon River.
But just as you'd think he couldn't lose,
With his lead of fifty yards or more,
He'd rear himself and throw the rider,
And fall back over, tangled up,
Completely gone to pieces.
You see he was a perfect fraud:
He couldn't win, he couldn't work,
He was too light to haul or plow with,
And no one wanted colts from him.
And when I tried to drive him--well,
He ran away and killed me.

Many Soldiers

The idea danced before us as a flag;
The sound of martial music;
The thrill of carrying a gun;
Advancement in the world on coming home;
A glint of glory, wrath for foes;
A dream of duty to country or to God.
But these were things in ourselves, shining before us,
They were not the power behind us,
Which was the Almighty hand of Life,
Like fire at earth's center making mountains,
Or pent up waters that cut them through.
Do you remember the iron band
The blacksmith, Shack Dye, welded
Around the oak on Bennet's lawn,
From which to swing a hammock,
That daughter Janet might repose in, reading
On summer afternoons?
And that the growing tree at last
Sundered the iron band?
But not a cell in all the tree
Knew aught save that it thrilled with life,
Nor cared because the hammock fell
In the dust with Milton's Poems.
John Ballard
IN the lust of my strength
I cursed God, but he paid no attention to me:
I might as well have cursed the stars.
In my last sickness I was in agony, but I was resolute
And I cursed God for my suffering;
Still He paid no attention to me;
He left me alone, as He had always done.
I might as well have cursed the Presbyterian steeple.
Then, as I grew weaker, a terror came over me:
Perhaps I had alienated God by cursing him.
One day Lydia Humphrey brought me a bouquet
And it occurred to me to try to make friends with God,
So I tried to make friends with Him;
But I might as well have tried to make friends with the bouquet.
Now I was very close to the secret,
For I really could make friends with the bouquet
By holding close to me the love in me for the bouquet
And so I was creeping upon the secret, but--

Matt Moore

Always there when I was needed
Id shed a tear when they’d cry
My daughters are my entire world
I’d travel far
Away for months at a time
It’d break my heart
Knowing they’d miss me every time
Leaving them in this world alone
Worries that they’d never make it without me
I watch from heaven posing as their guardian
Pledging to exchange every ones life but theirs

Anonymous
A stubborn man
Crazy when it comes to risks at life
Never standing what my real position in life is
Doing wrong, just to make it right again
Tired of playing the same old games
Always feeling like I’m never enough
Knowing she’s the reason why
But its time to give love a try
This tall skinny figure god has blessed me with
Underestimates what lies within

Al Moore, Vietnam Veteran
Gunshots Fire!
Explosions go off
I look around, watching our enemy
invade
Looking through the scope
Holding a picture of my wife
I realize what I’m fighting for
In high hopes of returning home
I take a breath, and pull the trigger
Knowing it’s so wrong, but also so right
My freedom, your freedom, in the heavenly father
I fight

Bucky Broyles
I ride to keep my mind away
Making every turn with caution
It’s a breather, a mind relaxer, a decision maker
Striving to be the best I can be
But also a role model, not just a dirt bike rider
Wife and kids watching my every move
I never know what will truly become
I’m a preacher’s son
A breath taking husband
But most importantly, a loving father

Blue Signature
Cove

By: Georgia Moore
Class: English 11
Block: 2nd