Three Line Poetry

Issue 17


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Poets in this issue — click a name to read

Ali Znaidi
lily�s aroma
finds a way into the street
Lily�s aroma

Alexandra Baker
this gaping hole
didn�t have to be my lover to punch it through;
the truth is you were never true.

Audrey Samuelson
Walking barefoot through the dense forest
The ground a blanket of briers and thorns
A ruddy path stretching out behind me

Aisha Bhoori
they told her "the world is a beautiful place,"
while pointing to the Sprite billboard,
"so obey your thirst"; her soul shuddered

Laurie Kolp
On the corner of goodbye
my mouth, a broken branch,
hangs in the bitter wind.

Linda Hofke
Ripples of water
The clouds� reflections wiggle
with the jellyfish

Janet Carnahan
Horizon, blue sky, ocean of endless motion,
Open air and sea, inviting expansive joy,
Broadening my heart, soul and mind!

Claudette Young
Paper airplanes soar
Above lands haunted by beasts,
Complex creased art forms.

Claudette Young
Storms march as wet drummers
Across dusted lands sallow
With rainless grief, until drum song.

Claudette Young
Whispers stitch quilt pieces
Word after word feathered together
With strands of secrets.

Erika Schnepp
I lost faith in romance
Listening to hens
Cackle about their cocks.

David Edwards
cities always seek
gardens, never the reverse
nature seems content

Ivo Drury
unschooled in physiology
yet a finely tuned sense
of the heart�s intrinsic rhythms

Nancy May
Storm-less morning starts
White clouds practising new shapes �
Elephant in sky

Phillip Ellis
between cars
a kangaroo corpse
a quick eagle

Audrey Samuelson
Nubile young girls
Bathed in red light
Meat for sale

Betty Houle
summer sun baking
skin blistering, turning red
field hands pick cotton

Dan Corjescu
Vast fields of sunflowers
turn their programmed magnificence
from the serendipitous dead

Colin Campbell
spark of creation
shadow of the universe
lit now in starlight

Todd Grant
a summer drought
the crops need rain
maybe I�ll learn the harmonica

Joyce Chong
This is how angels run,
held afloat by the crystal strings
that descend from starlight.

Alexis Hunter
Fat rain drops plummet
A stranger offers half his umbrella
Elbows brushing as they walk

A.J. Huffman
Perfectly balanced
circles stand. One atop two.
A palace of stone.

Joanna M. Weston
my muddled thoughts
like mist
on the mountain

Patricia Pella
first day of school
children bouncing into line
- a string of pearls

Mycroft Roske
droplets arc through air
leaping over rocks, past ferns
breaking still water

Debbi Antebi
time bends the past
into origami-shaped
memories

Rachelle Mathis
The dogwoods are now blooming
I took out the trash
in a Sex Pistols t-shirt.

Sarah Edwards
Cone up high touching the stars
the broken echo that sucks me in
as the absurd pendulum swings

Jungmin Joo
digital sin
penetrates into glazen eyes
ephemerally numbing every pain

Gulnar Tuli
Veins like tree roots
They grow blue and bold
Kissing your feet, kissing the earth

Joanne Koong
elementary school recess.
the substitute teacher wonders
if he is thinking of her.

Joanne Koong
paper airplanes folded into birds
origami master,
you make me want to be japanese

Michael Ratcliffe
Sunburnt and salt-scrubbed;
wonderful days in the sun;
memories left in the sand.

Michael Ratcliffe
The river flows past, as it does each day.
Listen, though, as waves lap on shore--
each one is unique.

Tanya Bryan
In poetry gone by
I watched you lean into the sun and grow
away from me

Tanya Bryan
chasing the sunset
racing to the edge where water
kisses the sand

Joshua Brewer
ice halfway over the cove
sun on the cold waves
water lapping the edges

CL Larry
You kiss like the wind,
Strong, leaving me breatheless, with
Stunned lips, craving more.

Yuliya Nesterova
no water in this sea
Endless waves of yellow
corn pray for storm.

Rio Mac
Every woman
Will make a man miserable
And he will love her for it

Bill Melton
sometimes deep sadness
is evident if you look
just behind the smile

Caitlin Barnhart
It smells like paint
Brushes scattered on the floor
It smells like home

Ingrid David
loneliness beckons with a drawing heart
sadness fills the lonely path
happiness eludes the sacred desire

Matt Kolbet
Our ancestors want to know if we
own a car. I shame them; no protection
from insect swarms or hitchhiking past.

Emma Ambos
You sang me
such a lovely song
silence

Grady Manus
walking a dusty road
my dog sneezes �
gesundheit

Grady Manus
raindrop holds the world
crystal orb � seer�s portal
my lover�s eyes

Grady Manus
hickory � sword, rifle, scepter
instrument of imaginings
... i wake and take up my cane

Martha Christina
long after the barn
collapses, the scent
of hay lingers
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