The Poetry Haul Challenge
Week Two
The Poetry Haul is back with Challenge #2, and we’re thrilled to see your creative sparks fly! This week, we’re diving into a new set of words designed to inspire, provoke, and challenge your poetic instincts.
Here are the 10 words for Week 2:
missing, wish, blame, gem, lost, long, phenomenal, crime, history, interstellar
Your mission? Write a poem using all or some of these words. Let them guide your thoughts, twist your narrative, or build your imagery. Whether it’s a reflective piece, a bold declaration, or a journey into the unknown, we can’t wait to see what you create!
How to Participate:
Write your poem.
Share it with us by [posting directly on Substack with #artstackpoets] and tag us
#artstackpoets on social media if you share your work elsewhere—we love celebrating your talent!
We’ll feature some standout poems in next week’s ARTSTACK newsletter, so don’t hesitate to put your best creative foot forward.
Need inspiration?
Imagine a treasure lost in the cosmos, an unspoken wish, or a crime that shaped history. Play with contrasts or dig deep into the phenomenal and mysterious.
Let’s see what magic you make with these words. Ready, set, write!
Poets from last week:
Quit lingering under my windowsill,
You stupid moon
I’ve got 10 manuscripts to rip
Carefully into 2’s and 3’s
Open up their guts
Into the sewer grates
With their blackened teeth
Gleaming full of gum wrappers
Since the silence from your side
Of the telephone line
My heart is beating hard all the time
I put your Prosecco to chill in the icebox
And stand here waiting for you to come up
The fire escape
You stupid
Pearl moon
With your empty gaze
And face full of acne scars.
I’ll give you 20 more minutes
Let your acrimony dissolve
On your great grey tongue
And then,
And I mean it
I will get myself a new
Watch with which
I will tell the time.
“The Actor" You hit a fuse When you become my muse An electric jolt Is what I felt I knelt at the sight of you I was the painter And you were Mona Lisa I was the sculptor And you were Athena I shaped the edges of your flaws Until my hands bled "Perfect" I would sigh You stood at my alter And I would worship You Three times a day Bowing and kneeling I made you beautiful Giving you Traits You did not portray Fictional is all you are On paper with the pen in my hand I conjured scenes Puppeted our love story I played the director Actor and actress In this tale Atlas Now faceless is what I am Somehow Somewhere My identity of self Got lost into you Whoever you are. Reality versus fiction The character I made Did not align With who you were I felt like Saying….. "CUT!" "You went off script." Dangerously I obsessed over your character You possessed my sanity Pleasantly I liked it But rapidly You drained me In the Sahara desert Our story perished And there I lay wilting in the sun
Cool .
I’ve been working on a piece and it actually has some of these words .
This might help me push to finish it
https://substack.com/profile/234439994-small-victories/note/c-86654692?r=3vkv22