MY TEMPER

I try not to jump,
scream or shout.
I don't want to let 
my temper out.

If my anger
I do not mend,
my temper comes back
in the end.

So instead of mad words
that may cause harm
I take a deep breath
and aim to be calm.

     Oh gosh, some days are harder than others.  The idea is hidden in this poem, but the words need some work.  Let's just call today's poem a draft.  At least I have the idea down so I can come back to it later to work on.  Can you write your own poem about being mad today?  What happens to you when you get mad?  What makes you mad?  What makes you lose your temper?  Have fun writing a draft for your poem.

My Anger

Sometimes I get angry.
I shout, stomp and scream.
My face turns a hot, bright red.
Can you see the steam?

Sometimes I simply lose it
when I try to hold that knot.
I'd call my anger an enemy
but then again it's not.

For anger let's me know
that something isn't right,
and I should try to talk things out
instead of starting fights.

Yes, anger is a friend of mine
for I must learn control,
and anger sees what needs to change
to make my life more whole.


     I'm not mad, actually I'm happy it is Friday--time for Poetry Friday Roundup.  Violet Nesdoly is hosting today and you can find lots of other children's poems to read by following that link above.  Thank you Violet for hosting us.

     Your challenge for today is to try to write a simile about being mad or angry.   "I'm as mad as ________.
What simile can you find to fill in that blank?
A startled rattle snake.
An alligator transported to Alaska. (seems I'm stuck on short a sounds, let' see)
A bucking zebra bitten by hornets.