#TLT - Apr 3, 2025
May your life have poetry and your poetry, life—
prompt word: skyline
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
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why
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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?
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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?
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17 thoughts on “#TLT – Apr 3, 2025”
the temperature
up high, is as cold as ice
how high, there, ahead?
@johnmswofford
Storm targets hover like blades
over the backs of steel clad homesteads
The slumber of violence is temporary
shadesofgreen.bsky.social
Across the rippling cobalt river
the distant city lights twinkle to life invitingly
beneath the cerulean shroud of low hanging clouds.
Lovely!
Look! Look! But… wha…
(… our senses collapsing
into one dimension… )
Ewan, I have been feeling absolutely delighted by your poems lately. I always love them, but there is a certain whimsy in your voice in these newer ones.
Griefs are not towers.
They are teeth, able to rot
or shine within us.
I love this! There is a brutality in this poem that really resonates.
cemetery rain …
smudged kohl-lined edges
of the evening sky
@firdausp
Such a striking image, Firdaus. I love ‘cemetery rain’ – I shiver as I read it.
cemetery rain…so perfectly sets the entire mood for this. it is shrouding. gorgeous!
My daughter’s shape
grows closer to mine with each day;
her horizon, more distant.
That’s beautiful, Teresa. There’s such a strange mixture of pride and sadness to children finding their own way in life.
Really beautiful!
The city of financial dreams
Its towers lined up like bars
Charting the upheaval of life.
City towers like data in a bar chart. Brilliant, KPS!
Wonderful metaphor!