More handpicked essays just for you.
Monogamy as the best type of marriage
The importance of self esteem
What role does communication play in marriage
Don’t take our word for it - see why 10 million students trust us with their essay needs.
Recommended: Monogamy as the best type of marriage
ENTRY -4 Looking back to days gone by, Think of all the ways i've tried, to show you that my love is true, since the day you said "I do." Trips together to the Kugnae shore, with you beside me I was never bored. We'd laugh and lark in the sun's bright rays, cuddle 'neath a woven sheet when the day gave way. Now I reflect upon your sweetest smile, Your updone hair, and your personal style. You always managed to just blow me away, with the way you acted and the thing's you'd say. You spoke at length about the kingdoms woes, You were as smart as you were beautiful, dont'cha know. When we'd stay up talking through the night, or even when we'd disagree and fight. It's fun to reflect, when it's you it's upon, It reminds me of a better time long
The poem is gentle and nostalgic. It seeks not only to recreate the scene for the reader, but
Oh, how one as mighty as me be bewildered by a simple-minded beast. I am Gaston the best looking, strongest, and easily admired man in the whole town. My love Belle who is a little out of her mind if she thinks she could love a beast like him. I will show them. I force my whole enormous body at the beast making him slide off the edge of his balcony. As his large paw-like hands slip he catches himself by scrapping the shingles of the dark and gloomy castle. Weak. his claw grasps my shirt and my heart trembles. No, it can't be. Him a beast. For I am gaston the bravest of them all. But if belle could love him then. What does that make me? For who could ever love a hideous beast like me.
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
I really hate that it had to come to this but i'm tired of being treated different and like an inconvenience. I've tried to talk to you and nothing has changed. Ive layed in my bed for the past 4 months crying to myself or Marcus because I had no one else to talk to. I felt like the only person i'm suppose to be able to talk to didn’t care whether I was alive or not. You hated on Marcus so much but he was the only one who stayed up with me while i cried. This seems dramatic but I really hated being at home. You really yelled at me all the time and half of the time i wasn’t doing anything. I was depressed most of the time which is why I slept all the time. To be honest I don't know if this will even bother you at all. But at least it will be easier and one less person to buy for.
glory days. i look back at old pictures of me and ask myself what happened to that girl. the girl who was always laughing and was always so happy. the girl who did not know that war wasn't just a card game, and race issues weren't just about who ran the farthest, when getting high meant a swing on the playground and my dads shoulders were the safest place on earth, the worst pain you would ever feel was when u skinned your knees on the sidewalk, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow, and i thought growing up would be fun. i cant remember the last time i was as happy as i was when i was five years old and chasing butterflies in my front lawn in the house i grew up in . when me and my sister would take baths together and my mom would braid my
One day Ava was at the park and she felt like someone was watching . Ava would turn around and no one was there it felt like a ghost was watching her . Later she walked home and still felt someone was watching her but then she heard someone say my name it sounded like my dead mother but she thought I Must be hearing things and didn’t think much about it . I Got home and dad wasn’t there . He must of work extra hours she said . Ava went to the fridge to see what there was their was some leftover spaghettI and chicken she heated it up in the microwave and ate it . After Ava was done she went to watch tv and a ghost show was on . The show wasn’t that scary but half way into the show a car past really fast and through
Your P.O.V I woke up in (c/n)'s arms. I tried to pry his arms off of me without waking him up... I failed. He woke up, a confused expression plastered on his face. But as his gaze landed upon me, it had softened.
Two months have passed since the day you left me. Like a child waiting impatiently for Christmas morning to arrive, I awake each morning hoping to receive something or anything from you, only to be disappointed. I'll never forget your cold firm grip on my hand the day you dropped me at my family's house or my mothers face that whitened as you left. She screamed at me and I fizzed in the fire. I was slowing fading into oblivion as life was slowly being sucked out of her.
Dear ex, You have always told me that no other person except you would want me because I was the most messed up person you had ever known, so I should just remain with you. You said that I’d never meet anybody better than you. When I wanted to leave, you guilted me into feeling like the most useless person in the world. Do you recall all of this?
There will never be a time where I don't desire to talk to you. I am going to never let you go forever. I cannot let that happen. I find you to be very very special. You're something that a person can never know the true value of.
A Wednesday matinee, nonstop rain, many empty seats at the Met, an audience that did not know when to applaud, and didn't seem to care about applauding, either . . . Multiple elements combined to prevent today's Lane-Simkin Giselle from reaching the top-drawer level of last year. That breathless, edge-of-the-seat astonishment which was palpable at Lane's debut performance was missing today. And while a rainy day can put a damper on anything, an electric performance on stage should be able jolt a sleepy, apathetic audience utterly awake.
On my way back to the kitchen, I folded the pizza box and tossed it in the trash can. After I turned off the lights, I walked into the bedroom. Immediately, I smelled a sweet fragrance that wasn’t familiar at all. Candles were lit all around the bathroom, and the tub was filled with bubbles, I couldn’t wait to get in. “Take your clothes off,” he whispered as soon as I stepped across the threshold of the bathroom.
The day you gripped me by the neck? Or the say I got mad over silly broken promises Of course you remember It happened everyday The day you found out my secrets
My phone vibrated waking me from my daydream state. I was trying focus on my math homework but my hand had gotten tired of writing so much. I flipped over my phone, slightly blinded by the brightness of the screen I quickly turned the brightness down to low. Then, I was greeted by a text from Ashley, It read “We need to talk.” I had no idea what she was talking about because she seemed upset but we hadn’t argued for years.
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).