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.