Poetry

"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.”

One medical student shares how writing poetry can help us embrace our creativity and cope with life’s challenges.

"Always the light falls. Softly down on the hair of my belovèd."

“…Have We really Changed after Lo, these Many Years?”

Being grateful and enjoying one's surroundings can go a long way after a long, hard day.

“Step 1: put your butt in a chair for 45 minutes every day and get down a shitty draft.”

Here's a thank you note to all the musicians.