The Poetry Haul Challenge
Week Twelve - #artstackpoets #artstack ARTSTACK
It’s time for another round of The Poetry Haul, where we turn ten words into powerful verses. Whether you're a seasoned poet or just experimenting with language, this challenge is all about stretching your creativity and seeing where the words take you.
Week 12’s Words:
never, lust, dinner, duplicate, age, six, time, past, state, rain
Can you feel the weight of time in these words? Do they pull you toward nostalgia, passion, or reflection? Maybe they hint at a storm brewing—both literal and emotional. Let your imagination take over and craft something uniquely yours.
How to participate:
Write a poem using some or all of the words.
Share it with us by [posting directly on Substack with #artstackpoets] and tag us ARTSTACK please remember to type @ with our name and click our account. From there our account should be highlighted.
Share your poem in the comments or in our online art center (tag #ThePoetryHaul so we can find it!).
Engage with other poets—this is about community, connection, and expression.
Need inspiration? Try crafting a poem based on a theme—mystery, dreams, or even a journey through time. There are no rules, only exploration.
Georgia,
.
A vector for remembrance.
.
Between you and me…
.
The memories come to life.
.
Slow and easy.
.
Get ready to jump.
.
In five, four, three, two, one.
~JR🖤
Title: In Remembrance
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The devil didn’t stay in
Georgia. He ignited his
interests like five fires
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come to life. Like the
orator that dies in his
ideas. Like the you
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between the I, crying-
come here, come easy.
Come clean. The vector
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and his incursion. Run
the room, jump the gun.
Kill the crowd. Soothe
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your secrets, soothe
their souls. Soothe
yourself. Feed the pathos
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in each.
Instinctual.
Animal.
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Words used: jump, easy, Georgia, remembrance, vector, five, between, you, come, life
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A Gogyohka:
"How easy
the remembrance of you
coming and going
between
here and there."
It’s the small things that ground me in life these days and I’m grateful I stumbled on this weekly moment to take a breath and play with words. Thank you!
And now. . .
Small
Again
Feeling all of five years and ten
Playing the “Georgia Peach” of papa’s label
So easy to jump between who I could have been and the life his words made of me
A vector of remembrance
Which never leaves
Much like you
Staring at someone you think you know
Loving the sweet thick dripping
A bit too obsessively
From my Georgian lips
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Never Enough Time
Never enough time
But so much time in my past
An age far down the road
How to make minutes last
In this state
At this date
Fast rate
But never too late
To try something new
Not a duplicate
Of previous fate
But a new way
To see
Feel
Learn
No time
No time to burn
Slowing down the moment
To feel
See
Be
Hear-
Here
Never enough time
But I know that this moment
Means everything
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The rain keeps count
Time lusts forward
Never duplicating the feeling in my chest
But expanding it painfully toward the past
Four, Five, Six
When did it happen?
A state of grace to forget
A broken plate at dinner
Turkey breast among shards of ceramic
A breath brings me back
The rain keeps count