#TLT - Apr 10, 2025
May your life have poetry and your poetry, life—
prompt word: bubble
three line poetry
Inspired by the photo above, write something that moves us! #TLT
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keep it about the words
- Brevity is Key
- 10 words MAX per line
- 3 Lines
- No Titles
- Include your X (Twitter) handle
- DO NOT include the prompt word
when
A new prompt appears on the blog each Thursday at 12 am EDT.
where
Post your entries in the comment box of the current week's prompt.
why
Foster connections and healthy habits of creativity.
Three Line Thursday
What can you say, convey, or express in only three lines? Can you paint a visual picture with only words? Tell an entire story that begs to be read?
#TLT Use the hashtags and share on social! #comelaydownink
Use your imagination. Poetry, Haiku, Senryū, Free Verse, Prose, and Flash are all welcome. (Please do not graphically use excessive profanity or overtly disturbing mental images. Let’s use common sense.)
One word per line—fine. Ten words per line (max) works too. It counts as long as it fits in the comment box in three-line format. Simple, right?
We also nominate for awards, including Best of The Net. All submissions are considered for publication in our print mag. For more weekly inspiration, check out 100 Word Wednesday, too.
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7 thoughts on “#TLT – Apr 10, 2025”
the person i am
is not who i think i am,
waiting in the lurch
@johnmswofford
joy is a delicate expanding bubble inside
days are filled with sharp edges and poking thoughts
yet i made a commitment to float; not pop
A single breath gives me life
A gentle breeze moves me
And I fight to hold my breath
@jeffreyholst
Their son never kicked,
never punched in her dark womb,
waited for light’s skin.
shimmering with exquisite fragility
in the moments before
dissolution
If only your rainbows encircled me
I wouldn’t have to watch your colours float, rise beyond my reach
Like foam on swirling water
That ruptures soon after
We live, die, repeat, hereafter.