#TLT - Feb 13, 2025
May your life have poetry and your poetry, life—
prompt word: skyward
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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where
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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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8 thoughts on “#TLT – Feb 13, 2025”
ethereal scent
always— her presence remains
my ghostly lover
@DavidtheDreamer
As the Earth was calling, I lay still.
Are the clouds moving? Or my mind is bouncing?
The echo of quite is deafening. I’m losing, I’m quitting.
The layers in the sky were
his pastels, as a man named
Ghost said, ”What’s the point?”
falling
upwards into
else
@ewanandsmith
Power in simplicity and beauty! So lovely, Ewan!
Benign today. That’s the sky.
Sunny wink. Last hurrah.
Subject to change it is, we are.
@meeshmeyerwrites (IG)
With hope, peace, and love
The only three ways are
Up, up, and up
The echo of a flame
lingers beneath a wing
settles in a scorched sky
shadesofgreen.bsky.social