The Poetry Haul Challenge
Week Nine - #artstackpoets #artstack
Welcome to Week 9 of The Poetry Haul! This week, our ten words invite you to explore themes of love, vulnerability, and transformation. Whether you weave a story of heartache, a tale of resilience, or an ode to a cozy sweater on a chilly day, these words are your playground.
This week’s words are: try, love, sweater, please, broken, vulnerable, date, alive, turn, chapter
Poets, let your imagination run wild. Will you capture the moment when a broken heart turns to hope? Or the quiet power of a simple ‘please’? Every line you write adds to the tapestry of artistic expression we’re building together.
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.
Even the bright sun must slip below the horizon each and every day.
We pray for the honour of wonder and the feeling of peace because
Somewhere along the path of life we were told about the moment
Where the girl meets here prince. But, we know that does not exist.
It is up to us to assemble our own surrender to the love frequency
And to choose a partner who's heart beats with a shared, divine melody.
Like the fall of Rome, or the riches of Cleopatra, some things are inevitable.
The award to a life well lived, is remembering the unforgettable.
Somewhere under the sun,
My skin cries for relief.
Somewhere under the sun,
We no longer understand the words we speak!
Speaking to exist, longing for a gift or a sign.
I wonder when, its my time to shine!
As bright as the rays the sun,
I know oneday it will be done!
sun rays bring clarity, to the unseen unheard and forgotten.
The unseen see clearly under the sun,
The unheard voices are as loud as the sun shines.
The forgotten are forgotten nomore, whats done in the dark always comes to light.
Especially when the sun shines this bright.
You can no longer dim my light under this amazing sunlight.
THE-GIRL-HOLDING-THE-GLOBE
I wonder the ways in which to
honor
the sun, somewhere holier
than here
with frenzied assembly
before
the
fall.
It’s rich,
the meet and greet
with the-girl-holding-the-globe
like an
award-something
to assemble
somewhere
holier
than
here
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A Study in Surrender
(in Vivian’s voice from THE ART OF QUIET RESISTANCE)
...
Come closer.
No need to be afraid, my darling—
not of me, not of this.
I have lived long enough to know
when a woman is vulnerable
to the precise weight of her own longing.
And you, my dear, are trembling on the edge,
breath hitching like the last note
of a love song sung too sweetly.
.
I have seen this before.
I have written the chapter,
penned the verses in ink and skin,
pressed my name into the sighs of lovers
who swore they had never been kissed
until they were kissed by me.
.
Do you wish to try and resist?
By all means, amuse me.
But I see the way you lean in,
the way your fingers ghost over
the cuff of my sweater,
testing the fabric as if
testing your own resolve.
.
I have spent decades perfecting this art—
the slow curl of a glance,
the pause just before a touch,
the moment between invitation and inevitability.
I know how to leave a woman breathless,
how to make her feel alive,
how to pull the silk thread of desire
until restraint unravels at her feet.
.
You asked me, once, what it would be like.
A date?
How quaint.
I am not a woman of candles and pleasantries.
I am the quiet turn
in the conversation
that leaves you gasping for air.
.
You think you are safe.
You are not.
.
And yet, my love, you have never been safer.
Never more seen, more known.
Never more willing to be broken open,
to be written into something greater
than the life you’ve held at arm’s length.
.
So, if you must speak,
choose wisely.
.
Choose what you know to be true.
Choose the word that will set this into motion.
.
Please.
.
Ah.
.
That’s the one.
___________________
For the ARTSTACK
The Poetry Haul Challenge
Week Nine - #artstackpoets #artstack
This week’s words are: try, love, sweater, please, broken, vulnerable, date, alive, turn, chapter
Us—
late night again
sharing the vulnerable and broken
breathing in and out love’s anchoring chapters
Us — knowing what it means to feel alive.
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Prompt words: love, broken, vulnerable, alive, chapter
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NB: This poem is a vardhaku, a poetry form that I invented a few years ago. For more information, visit https://creativeramblings.com/vardhaku/.
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