Poetry

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.

Musings on Women's History Month...

“I saw your rise, and missed your fall. I couldn’t have caught you if I tried…”

"Pain can't touch me no more, For I am free, I am free, I am free..."

During war and winter, can hope shine through?

A psychiatrist's thoughts and reflections after the week's news.

"But Who am I kidding? The weekend was about Basketball."

"All anyone wants to know is when spring will get here..."

Using words and music to help heal...