Best Psychiatric Hospital Poems

My poor old body is sagging,
My arthritic feet are dragging
My skin is dry, and my mouth
What has not gone west
It has now gone south
My memory is fading fast
I think I am living in the past,
The past is where I feel secure
I no longer feel security...

Continue reading...

The Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane,
    a fictional psychiatric hospital and prison:
part of the DC comics and first appearing in Batman #258, 1974,
referred to as the Arkham Asylum situated in the area of Gotham City:
    originally the...

Continue reading...

REGRET:  -verb; to feel sorrow or remorse for an act, fault or disappointment

How do you save someone from taking their own life? She gave up without a thought of the pain I would experience. I swear my pain now is worse than hers was...

Continue reading...

My lil lady is sorrowful thinking of what she's done
She calls me whimpering wanting to come home
The psychiatric hospital full of its treatments
Still can never understand the deep darkness

I too been there and sometimes find my way back
To a hate of oneself and why feeling...

Continue reading...

This is my true story.
I will tell to you in rhyme,
when i worked at a psychiatric hospital,
i was only seventeen year old at the time.
when one old patient told me
the reason she was locked away,
she had given all her love to a soldier,
for her sin...

Continue reading...

Street preach,
break it down for the peeps
Tell ‘em what the Invisible eyes
	          in the skies see
Street preacher,
break it down for the people
Tell ‘em what all the homogenized lies
		 in disguise be
Even when you give them the...

Continue reading...

Another snowy day which will become a snowy night
No socks on my feet
My boots are wet
I have raw, red blisters.

Go into a McDonald's
And sit in a corner.
Lift my wet feet out of wet boots
And rest them on the cold tiles, lightly.
On the wall there is...

Continue reading...

Street preach,
break it down for the peeps
Tell 'em what the Invisible eyes
in the skies see
Street preacher,
break it down for the people
Tell 'em what all the homogenized lies
in disguise be
Even when you give them the hardwood truth,
they still call you woodpecker crazy
I remember how you laid...

Continue reading...

Hello, you Emergency people!

Thanks.

Send me the doctor soon!

My soul has been wounded.

 

No, the truth is broken off –

a part of my soul is inflamed and burns.

It is tired of rudeness and deceit,

of lack of money and 

the thousand other problems.

 

Pardon me! I am...

Continue reading...

a message today
in code
shaky voice
can't tell if she's sober
telling me shes
in her counselors office
which leads me to wonder
if its
jail
hospital
rehab
psychiatric hospital

where are you today?
three almost four weeks
without word
mothers agony mocks 
a scream of silence
unbearable 
not to know
unable to hear

hanging my head
waiting...

Continue reading...

Are you planning to kill yourself?
Yes.
When?
As soon as I get home from school.
How?
My dad has a gun, and I know how to load it.
Deep breath now.  I try to look calm, at this sad determined 9-year-old.
Mom takes him to a psychiatric hospital.
They want to...

Continue reading...

a message today
in code
shaky voice
can't tell if she's sober
telling me shes
in her counselors office
which leads me to wonder
if its
jail
hospital
rehab
psychiatric hospital

where are you today?
three almost four weeks
without word
mothers agony mocks 
a scream of silence
unbearable 
not to know
unable to hear

hanging my head
waiting...

Continue reading...

Teenage years are meant to be filled with great stories to tell,
but these are the years I fell mentally unwell.

My teenage years were spent in a never ending loop between hospital and home,
leaving me feeling incredibly alone.

Getting admitted into a psychiatric hospital,
where I stayed for...

Continue reading...

Please leave your message after the tone, though I’ll probably never get back to you.

Paul- Phil here, can you drive a car with three wheels.
Paul- Sheryl, I’m leaving you for a Canadian lumberjack, don’t try and talk me out of it.
Paul- Micky here, that bird...

Continue reading...