Short Temperament Poems
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When April comes
she will do as she pleases
concerning snow or gentle breezes
as for her mood no one can say
she's not as calm as her sister May
Sandy had a cheerful temperament
Optimistic, hopeful, confident,
Tried to take her down
She promptly left town,
Sanguine always is this resident.
Are tenderness and
Venomous to those who seek
Catastrophe be
Is it nature or nurture
Temperament well being.
Written: 10/20/15
You have your Grampa's eyes.
You've got his easy smile and mannerisms.
You radiate contagious good humour.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
I painted a smile on my face
It required the right temperament
I do wear it out on Sundays
And when the evening stars bring twilight
My smile retires for the night
Taz, has gone quiet
my soup has a missing link
I miss your wit
unruffled temperament
mainly your caring spirit
*dedicated to Richard Pickett*
by Wilma Neels
©080120122300
Never let your heart win the debate
If your mind has a cogent argument.
They both wander from time to time;
One has a temperament to analyze,
Without a parachute the other flies.
April 26, 2019
Yellow
Sun beaming hot
Irrational thoughts jar
Short tempers flare into raging
Angry words accompany threatening fists
A cool-down period is needed
Bystander stops the fight
Aware the man's
Yellow
Scottish Highland calf was a favorite in Dublin Town.
We loved his temperament, he was up, never down.
He bathed in roses, daisies, and autumn leaves, so brown.
King of kindness was his title, given along with a crown.
Music has given to me
Comfort and serenity
A truly pleasant escape
My temperament… it does shape
Relaxing tones soon begin
My soul... they touch, deep within
Music has given to me
Piece of mind and tranquility
CHARACTERISTIC ECLECTICISM
strongest
stirred
appeal
famously
asserted
seen by TEMPERAMENT
completely
faithful
screen
appear
different
of CENTRAL APPEARANCE
entire
ouevre
preserved
unmixed
perfection
This is what my name means to me:
J-Jovial
E- Empathetic
R- Righteous
A- About
L- Loving
Y- You
N- Nicely
But sometimes I have negative feelings, issues, and bad temperament, and exercise poor habits like everyone else.
Poets are known for temperament
~ like all creative kinds,
Always given to intense argument
~ with those of differing minds.
Extracted from an earlier poem
October 26, 2022
Being a middle child
Made my temperament mild
And not so demonstrating
But some would think off-putting
But it is not a popular place
When the world appears in a race
And sitting on the fence
Is one made for defence and not offence.
© Paul Warren Poetry
As laugh, consideration's pride
I frown, I frown, I so deride,
this humbleness, from youth's confide
that learning temperament reside!
I cry the diabolic spine
that curves in moment's new express,
this standing firm is my define
the talent being my ingress!
On top of failure
Is a lonely Lucifer
Awaiting my arrival
I have fallen below bounds
That were once so familiar to my feet
So, the ground feels different,
Hotter and slightly unstable
Much like my temperament
And in this case
‘F’ does not signify fantastic
But we all know what it means
Form:
My artistic temperament
between great madness and art
is a creative necessity
Of emotional highs and lows.
My pen is mightier than the sword
And so I release my great madness of my muse.
'The pen is mightier than the sword' was coined in 1839 by Edward Bulwer-Lyton for the play, Conspiracy.
DIVISIONS
sharply
vivid
practical
sceptical
emphatic
remains
hidden
by
temperament
in
abstraction
dramatic
progressions
fragment
evolving
in
sensibilities
of
conceptions
glimpsed
in
denouement
with
unusual
suspense
of
questioned
unified
in
synthesis
ON MADNESS
The weary mind is heading to decay
In my last moment, sanity logic shall fall
Reasons will lessen, intellect fades away.
The weary mind is heading to decay
Feeling the temperament turning astray;
From being essential turning small.
The weary mind is heading to decay
In my last moment, sanity logic shall fall
Radical, peace and spontaneity bonds together like a wind gusting across an ocean. It's who we are as complex human beings. It's who we endeavor to be as our own unique being.
Often present glimpses of our lives give us little indication to where we are actually going; so amid the complexities, allow your sails to lead you far and wide.
The need to know and to belong,
to sing the chorus and the song,
to learn to share and be a part,
not at the centre,in the the heart;
To play a role,an instrument
finely tuned in temperament,
one of many,in symphony,
essential,yet in harmony;
Yet we each,unique,individual,
in unison,sacred,sacremental.
Inspired by Jesus prayer in J 17:11
The pen
not so mighty perhaps
as men choose swords --
words not so powerful
enough, as men restrict
their dialogues to: Ready!
Aim! Fire!~ and mourning...
Global warming...tectonic plates…
asteroids from a-far, hold no candle
to man’s temperament~ when war-fully
lit…
temples and churches they fill
God only in their chanting….
Moonlight
Mild sweet swelling dew. Radiant brow, renewed. Weave me a tone of haste, silence we will not waste. Gather my heart spent tone, caress my wavy crown.
Thine, I am yours, spiritual hand, moonlight mother, sing the sooth, yours the giving, the longing mood. Say the word, demand the dwelling, yours the natural rising. Temperament quelling.
A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.
A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.