Category Archives: Poems



–Amy Engle


National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #8


You’re bored?

Since when is it my job

To entertain you?

I don’t think so.

I’m not paid to do that.

You’re gonna have to

Find a way to make these

Moments interesting

On your own.

Stop being a brat

And put some effort

Into what you’re doing.

You don’t understand

The sense of accomplishment

You can feel when you

Actually do something.

Our brains are meant

To be challenged

Or the nerve cells

Start to whither and die.

Do you want your mind

To kill itself?

Well, that’s what it does.

It prunes and deletes

The parts that aren’t active.

If you value what

Intelligence that you have,

You should seek ways

To expand your mind,

Rather than let it

Diminish into nothing.

The Agonizing Trek

“The Agonizing Trek”
–Amy Engle

National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #7

Despite the April morning chill,
My skin is moist and burning.
The faint desert wind blows
Dry, pollen-filled air among us.
A pack rests across my shoulders,
Over-loaded with hiking essentials.
“I can do this,” I say to myself.
“This is practice for Grand Canyon.”
Flatiron rises in the distance.
The trail begins miles before the
Mountain even begins to slope.
Our fearless leaders charge forward
While the less-experienced hikers
Lag behind at our own slow pace.
My quads tighten as I approach
The steepening inclined path.
I soon find myself all alone.
An occasional stranger passes
Me by with a wave and smile.
Nothing but my thoughts and
Prayers to keep me motivated.
The inclining increases drastically.
Ahead, I see some members of
My group struggle to scale the cliff.
I stop in fear, my eyes wide as I
Survey the rock wall before me.
No one had told me that we’d be
Actually mountain climbing today.
I had assumed that the path simply
Circled and spiraled up to the summit.
Other hikers sound discouraged
But they continue toward the cliff.
Shaking my head, I begin the trek
Back down the trails to my car.
“Nope. Not gonna happen. Never.”
The people who invited me on the hike
Most be certifiably insane if they thought
That I could handle the monstrous slope.
Time goes on, and I lose track of time.
A sign identifies the different trails
That intersected at the same fork.
Nothing looked the least bit familiar.
It had been fairly dark when we had begun
And the pace was brisk in the beginning;
I hadn’t thought that there were multiple
Paths up the cursed Flatiron Mountain.
Panic sets in as I realize that I’m lost.
The GPS on my phone is no help at all.
Standing there doing nothing wasn’t helping,
So I tried my luck with the widest path.
Tents appeared in the near distance.
As inattentive as I had been, I was fairly
Certain that I hadn’t passed any kind of
Camps on the trail up to the mountain.
I continued on, reasoning that I could get
Help from a friendly camper along the way.
The never-ending streets of trailers
Go on and on for miles as I wander.
I consult my GPS yet again, but in vain.
Water runs low, the sun grows hot ony my
Reddening skin as the afternoon approaches.
The sound of tires on asphalt comes around
a corner and a shinning golf cart passes me.
I wave my arms, calling and shouting at them.
“Please! I’ve been lost for an hour and can’t
Find my way back,” I ramble on at them.
The blessed strangers take pity on me and
Give me a ride to the trail with directions.
I arrive at my car after one more short hike,
Dehydrated, starving, and devoid of energy.
With one last glance at Flat Iron Mountain,
I collapse into my seat and sigh in relief.

Technology Malfunction

“Technology Malfunction”

–Amy Engle


National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #6


I don’t understand what is wrong with it.

I don’t understand how it works.

I don’t understand why this is taking so long.

I don’t understand where to look for help.

I don’t understand why it doesn’t like me.

I don’t understand why I even care.

I don’t understand its bad behavior.

I don’t understand when I became dependent on it.

But I do understand that this computer is JUNK!

My Greatest Teacher

“My Greatest Teacher”

–Amy Engle


National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #5


From earliest memories to the year past,

You have been a deep part of my life.

And out of the blue, you left us,

Heartbroken and missing you.

Cooking, sewing, and painting–

I’m much more skilled because

Of your patient, thorough teachings.

To say, “Thank you for your love,”

Would not truly express my gratitude.

I shall love you for forever,

My beloved, Grandma Jean!



–Amy Engle


National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #4


As I start, my mind is troubled.

Stress of the day bangs around

My thoughts until I’m enraged.

The steady motion of my limbs

Moving in sync is oddly calming.

A forceful melody blares in my ears.

Steps ease into a quick, even pace.

Children laugh and play in the streets,

Waving eagerly at me as I pass them.

Memories of my younger years surface.

There’s a sense of satisfaction that comes

From seeing kids’ bright, smiling faces.

Somehow, my heart feels a bit lighter.

Home is in sight, but I’m not done yet.

Another rigorous lap is needed to settle

The inner storm raging deep inside me.

The frustration from my day eases as

My legs bend with the music’s tempo.


Breath is ragged and muscles burn.

Vigor and life course through my veins.

I desire to keep going for hours more.

But pesky life has other matters that I

Must take care of before the night’s end.

And so I reluctantly return to the indoors,

Looking forward to next evening’s walk.