#TLT - June 18, 2026
May your life have poetry and your poetry, life—
prompt word: seaside
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
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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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4 thoughts on “#TLT – June 18, 2026”
foggy mirror
shower hug of blue bath towel
seashore’s gradient wash
(This is for three line thursday, inspired by the image of 6/18/26. This is my first time entering a poem to your prompt and I’m not sure if it’s too late and can only be done on the day the image is posted. I had a poem included in your recent 10th Anniversary Issue and hope to continue to connect with the community. If I am too late for this one, I’ll try again another Thursday.)
would you consume me ocean?
would you consume me sand?
I will be eaten by unanswered dreams
Waves lap at inn’s edge,
Mountains a mirage of sea,
Sunbleached driftwood grays.
Mountain streams gurgle,
Sea bound rivers cut their course,
Salt laden waves beach.