I need poems/monologues?

Question

i'm a 14-year-old girl that needs a monologue/poem for my Language Arts class.

Any suggestions?

I have to perform it in front of the class.

The time alloted for me is 4-5 mins.

I would prefer inspirational/sad poems or monologues.

thanks.;)

Answer 1

Try 'The Lady of Shalott' can't think who wrote it off the top of my head. I think it's Tennyson or somthing.

Answer 2

Here is a poem by W. H. Auden. It's a dialogue between two lovers. The person who speaks the first two lines in each stanza owns a house where she has received her lover. The second two lines (except for the last stanza, said entirely by the first speaker) are spoken by the beloved, who, it turns out, is being sought by uniformed soldiers.

The drama consists in the second speaker's gradual understanding of this fact and the horrified revelation while she may value love more than anything else, her lover does not.

'O What Is That Sound'

O what is that sound which so thrills the ear

    Down in the valley drumming, drumming?

Only the scarlet soldiers, dear,

   The soldiers coming.

O what is that light I see flashing so clear

    Over the distance brightly, brightly?

Only the sun on their weapons, dear,

    As they step lightly.

O what are they doing with all that gear,

    What are they doing this morning, this morning?

Only their usual manoeuvres, dear.

    Or perhaps a warning.

O why have they left the road down there,

    Why are they suddenly wheeling, wheeling?

Perhaps a change in their orders, dear.

    Why are you kneeling?

O haven't they stopped for the doctor's care,

    Haven't they reined their horses, their horses?

Why, they are none of them wounded, dear.

    None of these forces.

O is it the parson they want, with white hair,

    Is it the parson, is it, is it?

No, they are passing his gateway, dear,

    Without a visit.

O it must be the farmer who lives so near.

    It must be the farmer so cunning, so cunning?

They have passed the farmyard already, dear,

    And now they are running.

O where are you going? Stay with me here!

    Were the vows you swore deceiving, deceiving?

No, I promised to love you, dear,

    But I must be leaving.

O it's broken the lock and splintered the door,

    O it's the gate where they're turning, turning;

Their boots are heavy on the floor

    And their eyes are burning.

Answer 3

well this may be too short but it is from Hamlet and has always stuck with me after all these years

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Answer 4

i wish i was mermaid

and friends with all the fish

a shiny tail and sea shells

that would be my wish.