Three Line Poetry

Issue 13


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Poets in this issue — click a name to read

Lee Evans
Winter Olympics�
Downhill on the frozen snow,
A dry leaf coasting

Lee Evans
Just take what you need
And leave the rest on the shore
The incessant river

Debbi Antebi
cigarette break
she inhales the smoke
exhales her problems

Debbi Antebi
a pebble in my shoe�
the conversation
I wish we didn�t have

Richard Shiers
She has power
over all of us
but she chose me

Richard Shiers
She wanted my heart
But it belonged
In someone else�s chest

Yuliya Nesterova
Time reading poetry,
Classic to Modern �
Rhythm conquers rhyme.

Petra Michael
Fight on the U-Bahn.
A quiet ride home derailed.
My heart is beating.

Connor Wilson
I sometimes drift
I won�t apologize
and it�s all right

Adam Crunkilton
Growing on the hedge and the flower,
between thought and memory,
there is liberation.

Debbi Antebi
the hands of the watch
still crawling
on his lifeless wrist

Patricia Pella
desert rain
softening jagged edges
running like watered silk

Patricia Pella
forgotten party dress
faded with regret
we never went salsa dancing

Patricia Pella
we stand in the same rain
my face raised for the blessing
yours lowered for protection

Jill Leo
Walking with your words
Through blackness and bitterness
Give me back myself

Jill Leo
Oh liberation
Broken shackles and spirit
Lay at dirty feet

Ian Everett
The rust on a nail a worm in the oak ...
Grass in the shade or a mile not quite run...
A smile never seen and the songs left unsung ...

Robert Howell
I left the light on,
in hopes that you would return.
It burned out last night.

Sarah E. Alderman
Look around your world, rid yourself of its waste
What holds you in place, is keeping you down
Poems written down will be your road map out

Sydney Nyberg
My heart ran off one dark night,
And the following day, I had such a fright
To find that I had lost my life.

Lauren Clarke
You are a swallow, returning home
I cannot fix your broken feathers,
Or hollow bones.

Ivo Drury
the cricket merrily sings
as the branch
whisks him downstream

Ivo Drury
after the rainstorm
dense branches droop downward
tresses drying in the sun

Stephen Leslie
Dead soldiers rise
Go for a beer
War games

Bernard Joy
know that this is a koan and rest
in the quietude behind every answer
where is beauty, right now

Ie Mcgavock
the art to simplicity
is accepting
its complexity

Ie Mcgavock
clematis frayed trellis
cold-clotted earth in worn terracotta
weak sunlight through young willow

Prateek Agarwal
On that kid�s wrist is strapped
The world�s most accurate watch
With a sticker for a dial which says �Now�.

Dan Corjescu
I was certain I was in love
I was not young
Dark birds eat out my heart

Dan Corjescu
The Seminar was a fine home
The only home I ever knew
Old books stretch mockingly over my shoulder

Andy Simmons
On the 4th of July,
the fireworks are open arms
reaching across all seas.

Andy Simmons
The green vine under the bridge
is the hand that lifts the drenched
bee from the pathway of the Styx.

Andy Simmons
Only does the dog know
know why I follow the
tossing sun obediently.

Gia Da Vinci
i wrote you in a poem,
shaped you through my words,
& kissed your cursive curves

Ali Znaidi
sirocco gusted
roses� corpses everywhere
Summer was crowned king

Ali Znaidi
Roses shedding tears.
Scents of spring vanished in the sky.
Bye, Donna Summer!

Ali Znaidi
thunder loudly roars
deafening noise splits the ears
buzzing buzzing bees

Michael Ratcliffe
The dentist drills and roots,
and all I can think of
are Amsterdam and Venice.

David Edwards
a flower not seen
clip a twig from the fragrance
nostrils replace eyes

Audrey Samuelson
To reach the safety of the cabin
One must cross
A very rickety bridge

Matt Hemmerich
your apparition,
purple and wet, sweeps through the
town�s autumn arboretum

Audrey Samuelson
I stand before him a stranger
All those memories lost to the disease
He is still my father but I am no longer his son

William F. Koji
August
Queen Anne�s Lace
Blooming with a Jewel

Stephen Pohl
Naked trees lie entangled
on a blanket of snow
felled by winds of passion

Kaylyn Middleton
Pale petals, fallen
Unpinned, unhinged, unhoused
Wayward ghosts

Ryan Buresh
With nothing to challenge the eye,
Men make mountains
Where there were none before.

Maude Larke
She lowers her eyes
to block my existence.
I�m apparently a stalker.

Betty Houle
crystal snowflakes fly
whirlwind sharp-edged white
dressing fall-brown earth

Betty Houle
in love and on fire
wearing the other like skin
flaming inferno

Sara Bickley
The trees are typing again,
and littering the floor with their
rough drafts of winter.
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