Category Archives: Poems



–Amy Engle


National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #26


A certain place is set in the present time.

Seconds, minutes, hours pass as normal.

And yet returning to this place in the future

Sparks nostalgic memories of the past.

The good, the bad, the mundane remain,

Preciously preserved in the back of the brain.

Wishful longing for better days is overwhelming.

Someday the now will be nothing more than

A faint, happy memory, adding to the others.

Amy VS The Scorpion

“Amy VS The Scorpion”

–Amy Engle


National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #25


It’s started like any other day.

Up and at ’em early to prepare.

As I rinsed out an old cup,

A piece of congealed cheese

Moved in the deep, dark sink.

It hissed and scuttled about,

A tail and pincer flailing in rage.

I gasped, choking down a scream.

Hesitating, I eyed a shard knife

Sitting along the faucet knobs.

No, it wasn’t long enough to

Kill the brown, poisonous insect.

All I could think of was to wash

It down the garbage disposal.

The scorpion continued hissing,

Skirting the flowing waterfall.

Shrieking became more intense

As its legs slid along the wet surface.

It swirled about, circling the drain

Until it finally fell into the disposal.

The hissing continued below.

I flipped the switch with a wince.

Thrice I used the grinding machine.

And then the terror was all over.

I walked away from the sink victorious.

Queen of Rejection

“The Queen of Rejection”

–Amy Engle


National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #24


She mews loudly at me, begging for attention.

I reach out, trying to pet her soft fur.

The cat complains and pulls away from me.

Big blue eyes look hurt when I leave.

More crying and she winds around my feet.

Bending over, I attempt it once again.

I get a moment of contact before she walks past.

Pacing, she rubs her ears along the wall.

Slowly, the feline makes her way back to my hand.

She sniffs and scuttles away–the little tease.



–Amy Engle


National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #23


They say to calm down–

That I’m too uptight.

I should relax more

And let things go.

I have to shake it off.

But what if I don’t

Want to chill out?

What if I like being

Rigid and stiff and

Enjoy a structured life?

I’ve tried it their way.

It doesn’t sit well with

My Type A personality.

Perhaps you should

Be the open one and try

Being more worrisome.

You might be surprised

How much it helps you

Plan your life and assist in

Anticipating possible future

Mistakes before they’re made.

So the next time that you

Tell someone to “chill,”

Recognize that it’s not

Always the worse thing to be.



–Amy Engle


National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #22


Five cards.

You play one,

You draw another.

Suits coordinate

With the board.

Alternate turns

And shoot for

Five in a row.

Jacks are wild–

One-eyed takes

A token off;

Two-eyed puts

A token on.

Luck versus skill.

Outwit your