Short Psychiatrist Poems

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Premium Member Limerick Joke Ix

A guy just seeking a tan
Went out all wrapped in Saran
A psychiatrist near
Said your case is quite clear
I see your nuts crazy man
Form: Limerick


Ad Vice

Her psychiatrist said the crux
Was the whole of her love life sucks
What she should do now
Is find a Pow Wow
Where she's bound to make a few bucks
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Dangerous Mental Health

I have extremely dangerous mental health.
I had one session with a psychiatrist, then he killed himself.
So I guess it's very true
the damage my whining can do.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Succumbing To the Age

My psychiatrist ain't cheap
now that I swapped the basic for an iPhone 4G.
Guess them Apples really do keep the doctors away!
That is if you have the funds to pay...

Premium Member Halitosis

i’m lonely and can’t understand ~ why my waiting room is never full 

said the psychiatrist to his dentist ~ whom replied you talk such bull


By
David Kavanagh
Form: Monoku


In Hillary Book Read

In Hillary Book Read

What we read and the final result,
By Trump received another insult;
Brain so big;
Size of a fig;
With psychiatrist needs to consult.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick

Sometimes I Feel Myself Extremely Cruel

Sometimes I feel   extremely cruel,
And  want to kill someone just with a stool.
My wife sent me to a psychiatrist for a visit.
O.K. I visited. Kill. But, still I feel uneasy.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member They Say 'He Talks to the Animals'

  
     They call him ‘Dr. Dolittle’
         Yet he has a six-month waiting list

     There to give each client an assist
         ~ the first-ever animal psychiatrist
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Think I Am a Chicken

Psychiatrist: What's your problem?
Patient: I think I'm a chicken.
Psychiatrist: How long has this been going on?
Patient: Ever since I hatched from that egg on the day I was born.
Form: Rhyme

A Psychiatrist Said To His Patient

A psychiatrist said to his patient,
“Your neuroses are still only latent.
   But what’s becoming acute,
   And makes that point moot, 
Are your psychoses, which are all very flagrant.”
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Dangerous Mental Health

I have extremely dangerous mental health.
I had only one session with a psychiatrist, then he killed himself.
All I could think of was just one thing.
I must have really depressed the crap out of him.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Profane Chirping

Visited a psychiatrist, proved to be a strain She apologized, she couldn't find my brain Told her to keep searching I can hear some chirping Also noticed the chirping was extremely profane
Form: Limerick

Dream On Little Boy, Dream On- Part 3

She just told me to go back to sleep and that she would take me to see the 
psychiatrist tomorrow first thing in the morning.     I thought to myself why do these 
things always happen to me, especially me.

Therapy

I am constantly stressed
So I see my shrink

My psychiatrist, too, of course
And, oh yeah, this group –

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays
A “Life Skills” group

Supposedly,
They teach me life skills

Premium Member Impeachment

Not quite sure bout this strange brain of mine Got it checked, psychiatrist said t'was ALMOST fine A few more treatments No worry of impeachment My chances are better than that other enshrined
Form: Limerick

Weird Trump Wants To Remain

Weird Trump Wants To Remain

In White House weird Trump wants to remain;
And wild thought his psychiatrist did entertain,
With much vigor,
He grew bigger;
Without a doubt he has become totally insane.

Jim Horn
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Form: Lanterne

Premium Member Profane Chirping

Visited a psychiatrist, proved to be quite a strain Searched but apologized she couldn't find my brain Told her to keep searching I can hear some chirping Also noticed the chirping was extremely profane
fun
Form: Limerick

Triplet

Short Poem
Swines call me crazy and pigs call me mad
Very sad very sad and very bad very bad
This ain't gonna work because I am their dad.
Note. There are three lines in the Poem and nine words in each line.
Lesson. 3 x 9 = ?
Form: Tritina

Premium Member A Lobotomy

My psychiatrist told me “All things considered... You're as good as can be expected, given that you're skittered!” Said, “What the hell does that mean?” Answered, “Your brain's a bit lean!” May have to have a lobotomy... brain's all frittered
age
Form: Limerick

Psychotherapist

I went to his door
After doing a bit of a crazy thing
My Doc told me this man could settle
my brain and it's loose spring
PSYCHO-THE-RAPIST
Was some kind of psychiatrist
But after reading the words beheld
on that door, 
I must admit- from that building I tore!


A. Green
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Form: Grook

Premium Member Eulogy For a Psychiatrist

Listening never heard
Watching never seen
Relating unrelated
Screening behind a screen
Eyes
white lights in a blue pool
maybe one watt
Voice
warm soothing
a computerized hum
Thoughts mechanized
Battery recharged every hour
on the hour
Grown man
Alone man
Stone man


6/28/17
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Charming Lies

The psychiatrist
A licenced lier
Tells some constructive lies
Beautiful and charming
But with no obligation ever
To see to their fulfillments
Man
A great listener
Obeys to lies
Beautiful and sweet
But too absorbed and satisfied
Have soon lost the intention
To bother their logicalities

Premium Member Low Self-Esteem

Once again, I approach the end of another talk therapy session,
and now my psychiatrist will share with me her benevolent wisdom.
"You have low self esteem most certainly. That much is obvious to me for sure.
It's an emotional disorder found most commonly among others like you known as losers."
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Playing Chess

Played chess at the park
Giant board made on the grass
Four foot tall pieces
Played with a psychiatrist
Every move a stalemate



Barbara Gorelick
For the Dream contest...
I don't even know how to play chess...I don't even know a 
psychiatrist, but maybe this means I should find one...lol
Form: Tanka

Wolfman

It's full moon
and he is feeling tense
angry
hopeless
and desperate
taking antidepressants
by fists
talking to his
psychiatrist
yelling to his 
little kids
to his wife
and to the police
spending the weekend
in jail
howling 
like a wounded beast...

pray
for this
poor Wolfman
born with shackles
on hands...

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