Poetry

A psychiatrist's reflections on Father's Day.

Reflections on Juneteenth...

"And we laughed again because he made us feel safe and loved, even when we stumbled, his calculated goal to teach us how to solve for X when X equals kindness."

There are only three kinds of people in the world, those who are good at math and those who aren’t.

"And right here, walking down this street, I love the way we make a bridge..."

A psychiatrist reflects on society's catatonic state.

Sometimes poetry can help in processing tragedies and traumas.

"...well, today is just that kind of day."

"Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own."

A psychiatrist reflects on yesterday's tragedy in Texas.

"My mind screams, Sociopath! Liar! but I know he’s gone..."

What do you do when there seems to be too much sorrow and hate in the world? One psychiatrist answers, "I hope..."

"All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn..."

A psychiatrist reflects on recent events.

When helping patients in the hardest moments of their lives, it is important to have empathy for them—and for ourselves.

"...we came in peace for all mankind. Then returned to continue the war."

The Gerald F. Berlin Creative Writing Award is rewarding future doctors and poets alike.

We can all benefit from a mental health facial.

Psychiatric Times contributors share poems about psychiatric issues from grief to Black mental health.

"When I was nineteen and still had time, I worked college breaks in my father’s factory, and let sweet leather’s smell soak into my skin..."

What does a doctor look like?

"You know, now that anything can happen, it’s hard to know what will, and what will you do now that you know?"

"And then he stepped back, straightened his hat, let me sweat my own decision."

"The clock just ticked minute 41, and Annie, just as you predict, my attention is wandering, even if I haven’t hit Step 3: Make the reader feel something is at stake, which I’ll have to focus on in my revision."

"...My mother like a distantly spilled perfume."

Reflections on National Doctor Day.

"I am her book of poems and it is I."

“…we need a break.”