Psychiatry Poems

Psychiatry poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of psychiatry poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on psychiatry are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Misunderstood

Misunderstood short poem

I know you have your theory of the way that I should be, You see a diagnosis when you should be seeing me, I wish that I could tell you all the reasons you are wrong, But I am not

Tables Turned

Tables Turned long poem

You might be watching me, but I am watching you, You think that you’re listening but I am hearing you, You read my body language but I read yours loud and clear, You’re present in the room but your mind

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The Life Song

The Life Song sonnet poems

In life, love, imagination, and belief, In soul, heart, mind, and death, My whole, solemn, and spiritual relief Is the song worshipped by my every breath. The melody played by the passion of my heart Can be heard from miles

I Have To Know

I Have To Know short poem

I have to know why you swore you’d love me forever And then tried to lie about cheating on me, why you gave I a ring to wear then told your friends we weren’t a pair, Why you took me

Akhal Teke Autumn

Akhal Teke Autumn short poem

She canters freedom like wind Gallops wilderness like fire And into metallic dreams She blazes banter with reverence- Only to chute through life’s greenbrier- letting seasons mark her deviance! As she gaits, bittersweet love is dinned with a shako of

The Light

The Light short poem

And so in darkness shines the light That pierces through those fears. And fights The beat of doubting pangs that plagues This passionate heart. Our souls are quenched when you are here In warmth, in love In Eucharistic prayer. So

Saying goodbye to a writer

Saying goodbye to a writer short poem

A lifetime gathered in sheets of paper, Arranged in neat columns – printed sides up; Filed chronologically in hard-backed folders Stacked, inside a blue briefcase. How easily you pick it up And leave…

Lost Love

Lost Love short poem

Though I could hardly breathe My heart raced within me. The sound of his voice excited me. I need to confront, lift my head up, admit to my mistake, love I deserted, but still crave. Did he forget, time erased

Freedom At Midnight

Freedom At Midnight prose poem

Our country got long awaited Freedom at Midnight on 14th Aug. 1947 When the world was sleeping We were awake and joyous In celebrating the Freedom All the pains and sorrows Got subdued at that moment We cherished and enjoyed

To My Sister

To My Sister long poem

We have not got a lot of memories that are fond Do not share the norms of a family bond Lacking shared memories seen as fond Of times that we were happy for once Tied by blood, shared a home,

Friendship

Friendship short poem

If you are my friend you would always believe in what I say We would bite from the same orange even if we know That stones disappear and waters remain Even if I read Heidegger and Kierkegaard and I dislike

Shiny Nickels

Shiny Nickels prose poem

Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork neckbones lay naked of meat. The sweetness of life, like sweet Kool Aid fills our tummies, while dishes await scrapes of

Pain Of Life

Pain Of Life short poem

Pain of life has touched chords of soul Troubles have spread wings from pole to pole Have nots have had their surplus toll World is nothing but a rigmarole Some do not get a piece of bread While others are

Opening

Opening short poem

I’m trying to escape from the prison I made, once, for my flesh, shattering the bars of fear which lost their purpose and meaning- something dies in me yet I replenish myself as a round moon. Walls, raised by my

The Visit

The Visit prose poem

A sound sleep ends with sounds of wings and tiny crashes of small things; my eyes roam round the room to search the scene, and soon I know it’s not a dream. And then the wings take flight again from

Prisoner Of A Narcissist

Prisoner Of A Narcissist short poem

I’m alive though all the years of abuse, but I’ve not been able to truly “LIVE” because my head is full of fog, confused and don’t know who I am. Suffering from anxiety and depression. I live in a prison,

A Multitude Of Woes

A Multitude Of Woes short poem

As a young man, I was always obsessed By melancholy. I saw deep sadness, The quality That so tormented my heroes, Such as Arthur Rimbaud, And Montgomery Clift, As glamorous and romantic, But it’s not… It’s not remotely romantic, When

Uprising

Uprising short poem

Empty hands were trying to collate the fallout after the trigger moment invited the unwelcome guest wearing explosive vest. It gives a push to throw away the paper and I walk up to the ink for a new chapter. The

The Way To Go

The Way To Go short poem

when you feel fluky when you feel yourself lucky remember that you are under scrutiny of some nearby inquity that may be someone who is your he may be your own not boor You need to be careful You need

Lost souls

Lost souls short poem

A river meandering through nowhere a sea with no shore line a boulder on top of a monolith waiting to roll down believers gathered at the bottom waiting for revelation waiting for Gods to speak they took the journey through

Within Your Glance

Within Your Glance ode

Dedicated to my niece Hiba Awar The Milky Way Shouted hurray!!! The games of life I see you play Let music dance Within your glance Dive beyond my face With a kind embrace Capture the air Move everywhere Near, far

The Protagonists

The Protagonists prose poem

Some always want everything to go their way like the biggest protagonist And spend sleepless nights in search of a way to be the biggest antagonist Expecting to maintain their luxurious and privileged life styles like a true monarchist Yet

Flowers On The Beach

Flowers On The Beach short poem

Flowers growing on the beach Some flowers are peachy pears Some are long and slim and sleek I swear I love every colour there Especially with long blonde hair The waves are gently lapping at their feet One two three

Bruised Within

Bruised Within short poem

Her face used to have a happy smile, but now it has a vacant stare New years are a time for celebration, but for her it was a humiliation. She became a toy in the hands of revellers, who felt

Glorious

Glorious short poem

My death, your friend, pretend to end this suffering of sorts, I grin It’s clear, as looking through a window, of what I see in thee a din Don’t ever forget you are a boy who met a man triumphantly

My Love is Like the Ocean

My Love is Like the Ocean long poem

Tumbling over One after another The waves crash left and right Crossing each other Coming together, cancelling out Rippling white ridges of white violent foam And yet This is not where the real power lies The outward grey-green breakers fall

My Precious Clan

My Precious Clan sonnet poems

Your family are people, you can depend, If you get in grief, they shall defend, They are the ones, that understand, Always keen to give you a hand. The clan, you shall always cherish, Without them, you would probably perish,

Gateway To Success

Gateway To Success sonnet poems

Goal is a dream, Strive for your goal. Follow your dreams, Realize your potential. Seize every opportunity, In most difficult times. When faced with impending failures, Do not lose hope. Mobilize your thoughts, Overcome fear. Keep a positive mindset, Shun

Love

Love ballad

Love. Many of us have asked many times what is love. Love is a woman and a man with an outstretched hand. Love is giving at all cost. Love is never worrying about loss. Love can be a game. Love

To My Teacher

To My Teacher prose poem

However hard I may try He scares me away Coz I m one gullible being No one might feel so very shy Each time I gather courage To face him with guts and grit To ask questions without quit And

Silence

Silence short poem

So much I keep inside for fear you won’t believe, That thought is terrifying on its own, I’m scared you would think that I’d set out to deceive, So I’ll walk this winding path all alone. Sometimes I’m confused and

Story Of My Life

Story Of My Life prose poem

A dinner A movie show A trip to the zoo None of these Are as fine as A day spent thinking about you I had a heart and that is true But now it’s gone from me to u When

Solitude

Solitude long poem

The destination of life is same for all, Just the path gets contrasting as we crawl, A few reach the destination with comfort, And most reach it with a lot of tiring effort, In the end heads are high for

Keep Walking..

Keep Walking.. short poem

(Mirror) Dear one why do you come for my help Even when you stand so tall (Person) Mirror mirror on the wall My boldness is a haux See what’s beneath Tears splashed on my soul (Mirror) If thou art strong

Ray Of Hope

Ray Of Hope short poem

Towards the acme, Blistering blizzards, Come no more, Irritating hazards. Trekking day, And night, Up and down, Searching for light. Tired and thirsty, The Great misfortune, Climbing and climbing, When will I seek good fortune. Walking and walking, The harsh

The Village Wimberley

The Village Wimberley short poem

There is a small town in Texas state where time ambles by at a slower kind of pace. Known as the hill country by all who reside and bounded by a river, through Hays County side. Wimberley village is of

War

War prose poem

The whiteness in a black-spotted dove flies away from my head, each time war wakes up; A voice falls down from a window staring into emptiness, which is jammed with fragileness and trivialities, and crashes on the cracked street. Rust

Bound By Ceiling

Bound By Ceiling short poem

Sitting at the edge of a bubble uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity; counter the wrangler, one skull in each hand, of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking the umbilical cord. Ostracized, you forge the

Cycle

Cycle elegy

I opened my eyes upon the world My tiny fingers were tightly curled My eyes saw the brightness and quickly closed Sounds all around me filled my ears unopposed I opened my mouth and let out a cry As hands

Disclaimer

Disclaimer short poem

A brush with pain of chest starts recalibrating the fog of eyes. World has come a long way from a child’s brain to prepare an indigenous bomb for a roaring ascent. Where my son, you want to go in trees