Let these short poems about anger remind you that while you may be feeling angry it is always better to calm down before saying anything or taking action. Anger never solves any issues,
if anything being mad and flying into
a rage makes things worse!
Hold your temper for self sake.
This is the prudent way:
Often when it is not controlled,
It hands the body down to the clay,
When passions condemn our feeble hearts,
And conscience asks the mind to obey;
We find our selves vain and defiled.
And in sin have gone astray.
Temper governed and tongues withheld,
Keeps peace day by day;
When the body discharges the violence of temper,
Friendship tears away.
Eternity is for ever and ever,
Life is only a short stay;
If we control our tongues and temper,
The less we will account for judgment day.
By holding the temper we learn
A pleasant and prudent way;
Temper held dliscloses the bloom of life,
With a fragrant savor that never will decay.
Perverted temper kindles the tongue
Ambition leads to a fight or fray;
But bravery is caution, wisdom reflects.
And makes no trouble to pay.
The best we can do we cannot avoid,
And drive all temper away;
But thought and meditation will help to restrain.
And finally peace and comfort will pay.
In the realm of anger's flame,
Love's triumph finds its noble aim.
When fury burns, and tempers rise,
Love's gentle hand will harmonize.
Oh, anger, fierce and wild,
How often you've beguiled,
With promises of vindication,
But lead only to desolation.
When anger rears its ugly head,
Love whispers peace instead.
For love, a balm to wounded hearts,
Can quench the fire anger imparts.
Through love's embrace, we find release,
From the grip of anger's ceaseless lease.
For anger's path leads to naught but despair,
While love's journey offers solace rare.
The Deeds Of Anger
Poet: Edgar A. Guest
I used to lose my temper an' git mad an' tear around
An' raise my voice so wimmin folks would tremble at the sound;
I'd do things I was ashamed of when the fit of rage had passed,
An' wish I hadn't done 'em, an' regret 'em to the last;
But I've learned from sad experience how useless is regret,
For the mean things done in anger are the things you can't forget.
Now I think I've learned my lesson an' I'm treadin' gentler ways,
An' I try to build my mornings into happy yesterdays;
I don't let my temper spoil 'em in the way I used to do
An' let some splash of anger smear the record when it's through;
I want my memories pleasant, free from shame or vain regret,
Without any deeds of anger which I never can forget.
Anger is a thing that brings
Negative and sad things
Find a way to control your feeling
Don't let it send you reeling.
Anger is an emotion
That can be compared to an explosion
But it doesn't have to be that way
If you control it and keep it at bay.
Anger can hurt and it can harm
When you feel it is reason for alarm
Go for a walk, just cool off
Then sit down and have a talk.
When you don't give in to it
When you don't throw a fit
You will find control you will have
And for that, you'll be glad.
Guard Thy Lips
Poet: Lillian E. Curtis
Oh, when harsh and hasty words arises
And clouds of vexation dim the eyes,
And anger begins to settle down.
And the face puts on a sullen frown;
When wrathful thoughts rush quickly up,
Oh, dash aside the poisoned cup.
And guard thy lips!
Guard them, lest, in an unguarded hour,
They should utter, beyond thy power,
Words to wound some loving heart,
Perhaps, a lasting scar impart;
Inevitable words when once they're spoken.
Nothing can heal the heart they've broken.
Then, guard thy lips!
Let It Pass
Poet: Unknown
Be not swift to take offence;
Let it pass!
Anger is a foe to sense;
Let it pass!
Brood not darkly o’er a wrong
Which will disappear erelong;
Bather sing this cheery song-
Let it pass!
Strife corrodes the purest mind;
Let it pass!
As the unregarded wind,
Let it pass!
Any vulgar souls that live
May condemn without reprieve;
’Tis the noble who forgive;
Let it pass!
Echo not an angry word;
Let it pass!
Think how often you have erred;
Let it pass!
Since our joys must pass away,
Like the dew-drops on the spray,
Wherefore should our sorrows stay?
Let it pass!
Words are things of little cost,
Quickly spoken, quickly lost;
We forget them, but they stand
Witnesses at God's right hand,
And their testimony bear
For us, or against us, there.
Oh, how words often ours have been
Idle words, and words of sin;
Words of anger, scorn, and pride,
Or desire our faults to hide;
Envious tales, or strife unkind,
Leaving bitter thoughts behind.
Grant us, Lord, from day to day,
Strength to watch and grace to pray
May our lips, from sin set free,
Love to speak and sing of thee,
Till in heaven we learn to raise
Hymns of everlasting praise.
We hope these poems help you realize that being angry brings no rewards. And, sometimes it is only you who is suffering as the person you are angry with is not even aware of your feelings. May these poems
encourage you to resolve any conflicts that you may have before anger gets to the boiling point.