HeyJaredVerseReps
Everyday our group writes a poem from a one-word prompt and publishes all the poems people write in response.
- Indexed issues, last 90 days
- 14
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- Oct 1, 2026
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- Sep 17, 2026
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Stretch: Volume 7, Day 30 (opens the original)
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This one went fast. Each volume of VerseReps is kind of like a school year: There’s excitement for me as it gets closer, then the thrill of the first day, followed by a long stretch of grinding, and then suddenly, it’s over, and you’re saying goodbye until after break (not totally goodbye, but the group won’t get together again until the start of the next volume.) I get to hum along to “Good Riddance” every three months, and mean it. That’s the power of community.I hope you have the time of your
Terracotta: Volume 7, Day 22 (opens the original)
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Faint/Revive: Volume 7, Day 27 + 28 (opens the original)
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A Tree Like the Rest Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedEvery year the leaves fall The beauty fades The photos disappear Nature takes over The air grows warmer Soon new life begins The photos begin again They don’t see the process They only see the success If you have fallen to the bottom The only way left is up ©️B.M.S Written for the prompt “revive" for Verse Reps, Sep
Bow: Volume 7, Day 26 (opens the original)
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Silver Bow Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published‘How can I be mighty?’ The question in each man’s heart ‘I never want to hurt again- but let pain be a tool I wield.’ On the continent’s meridian, water flowing to both seas- a prayer by ragged miner, far from home, a message in an empty liquor bottle. Voices from the mist, rolling with the mountain fog:
Harvest: Volume 7, Day 25 (opens the original)
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Neil Young - Harvest (Official Audio)Harvest Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedPick me! Pick me! Or don’t. I’m just an insignificant grain In a world smaller than comprehension On the cosmic scale. And will be gone In the blink of a nanosecond compared To the eons and ages like a half-ripe Thought on the mind of a poet. But
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