I have been writing poetry for many years now. I do it for enjoyment. I never studied writing for a major or career just started doing it from one day to another. I haven't written as much in recent years, but try to when there is a moment for it.
I also write and illustrate children books on the side now. My passion and major is in fine arts. Hope you enjoy my work. You can find my ... more »
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Monica Engeler Poems
Wishing For Summer
Do you remember playing baseball? Or hitting tennis balls over the net? Do you recall basking in the sun? Those were the best days of all.
A Christmas Wish
And so it is Christmas time. Another twelve months are gone. Where are you this Christmas? I believe you set off on another life.
Good By My Friend
Where has time gone? I wish I knew. The years are very few.
A Blank Page
When I look down at a blank page, I see only white paper and no marks It waits for my pen to create something Like a poem or drawing in its final stage.
Dreams of Better Days
Day by day I dream of other ways I wish for the world to smile in peace and solve the answers of world hunger how I vision for a bigger and a brighter day?
Lost In The Moment
I walked along the beach in windy air. My mind was lost in deep meditation. I searched for better periods in my life.
A Cats Life
A thick fur colored black and white, Painted the frame of my cat Tasha. Resembling the tint of newspaper lines
Jack Frosts Winter Snow
Inch by inch the snow piles high The land is blanketed white Cold air shivers the inner space There is no grass about of any trace.
The Dark Room
I am standing in darkness. I wish for no solitary here. Then why do I infer fear, And feel so helpless?
How I long for a poised chum. Who emerges ever affluent? His voice whistles a kept hum. That is a sweetly toned ascent.
The Wicked Brush
Sadly, I sat down by a pond. I wished to paint, but I had no brush. My roller had fallen into a millpond.
The Ring (A Christmas Story)
It was the night before Christmas Eve, And time to put the pine up in the living room. My brother and I always took care of the tree.
I look faults face to face with no fear My soul never runs away from failure There are always obstacles to encounter Then promise to send me some cheer.
I wish my heart to you Do you really love me? Are your tears ever true? I lurk replies from you.
Comments about Monica Engeler
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Wishing For Summer
Do you remember playing baseball?
Or hitting tennis balls over the net?
Do you recall basking in the sun?
Those were the best days of all.
The warm times are coming back
Sporting baseballs are here again,
And whacking tennis balls for hours.
It is time for hot days to be on track.
Funny, how I think of summer days
Winter’s call is still in full force
The snow is falling inch by inch
I long for the sun to shine our way.
I wait for the first flower to grow,
The first robin to begin singing,
And the first butterfly to fly by.
I bide ...