Three Line Poetry

Issue 54


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Poets in this issue — click a name to read

Bill Melton
a leaf pirouettes
across the placid water
the soft breath of wind

Stephen Curro
the silence
of snowfall
midmorning

Jon Simmons
Stuck together
Alone together
Safe together

Mickey Kulp
A living shadow
Old man crow stands on cut grass
Pondering a worm

Steve Dodson
the backyard birds
here in Biloxi
sing all night long

Prisha Singh
raindrops hitting glass,
dark clouds conceal the pale moon.
lighting strikes downtown.

Zizheng Liu
His lifeless eyes stared straight at me
My father is gone
Uncertain futures lay ahead

Tim Suermondt
Today you would have been sixty,
the starting block of old age. Your
beautiful walking cane will never exist.

Maya Lewis
Gasping for air,
I reach out a hand--
to drown my friend.

Mary McCormack
a day filled to the brim with pages
like a cup of tea, as yet
untouched

Mary McCormack
sunlight spills its gold
onto memory's hoard
of summer days

John Kneal
Bare trees reveal nests
hidden when brimming with life,
leaves flown near and far.

Mike Turner
Silky violet petals wilt
Falling silently from dry husks
Bouquets, cut, condemned to die

Rebecca Batley
I would sell you all my sins
And swap every truth
If you would just tell me a lie.

Sharon Ruetenik
Levittown Housewife.
Starched Apron.
Stiff Martini.

Simon Clarke
Perfect silence flows
through my twilight life,
I miss the imperfect bustle of you.

Jody Larson
Cottontail bunnies, oblivious,
graze my weedy-lawn salad bar
unconsciously social-distancing.

Sandy Ferrell
Snow, cold, gloom and doom
Winter is so depressing
Time to hibernate

Maya Levine
House paved over, windows gone
Lone sneaker worn through at sole
Out front, lip splayed and stupid.

Elizabeth Spragins
a hint of fragrance
lingers on the garden air-
lily petals fall

Chris Wood
Mushrooms pop at night
Signs of a cracked septic tank
Careful where you tread

Chris Wood
Barbecue dinner
Smoke veils my view of the lake
where I was fishing

Emily Woods
I like my flowers delivered dead,
pressed between the pages
of centuries-old canon.

Bre Davis
Cry freely
Rain washes away the pain
Strengthening the stem

Jazmine Opdycke
The morning,
Like the heart,
Is full of wars and songs.

Mark Fisher
We watch the sky
my dog and I
as all the painted ladies drift by.

Rachel Zempel
unmistakable
noisy call, a blue jay takes
flight from the oak tree

Joseph Helminski
to live alone twice
companion to self
social paradise

Jordan Wilson-Dalzell
Cold flame has worn my skin
since I was little
Depression laces my lungs with winter

John Heath
Swallows circling, leaves
tossed, the updraught loads-
rumor of hot rain.

Melissa Frentsos
trees are laughing
at jokes being told
by inclement weather

Madeline Lee-Mabe
glass shards scatter
shinning diamonds of death
swept into a dustpan

JR Vork
bourbon
autumn rain
la petite mort

Maria DePaul
Belated birthday
Another chance to celebrate
Light candles again

Maria DePaul
Sleeping tabby dreams
Mice scurry and dance by
Fantasy come true

Didimay Dimacali
No matter how thorny
Life is
It is still beautiful

Didimay Dimacali
Kind words
Always uplift
A weary heart

Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri
Mother in lavender
kisses child through the shadows
leaves a note and tears

Melissa Laussmann
autumn dawn
an ocean of stars
and clouds of moonflowers

Melissa Laussmann
silence at dawn
as the moon
takes a bow

Rose Heflin
Never forgotten
But never quite remembered,
Your words hang somewhere in the ether.

Sharvari Dhile
At night, the crickets chirp,
The fireflies twinkle,
And the dead roam around.

Reinalyn Velasco
Conversing anything to keep our late-night talks
Your voice, my love, brings beat in my heart
energizing even at midnight

Mary R. P. Schutter
fall foliage on fire
Burgundy. Orange. Rust. Yellow. Red.
green has become vividly Not Green

Angela Sargent
Scenes from badly reviewed movies
Flash while listening to you
Different actor. Same storyline.

Robert Hunt
birds flee
my stormy sanctuary-
the ambivalence of snow

Emory Jones
Yellow butterflies
Flitting across green meadow
Like dancing sunshine

Hema Srikar Kruthiventi
Like dusk meeting a twinkling star,
like raindrops meeting sunshine,
like words meeting a poet, I met her.

Judy Phelps
Freedom's Promises
Yesterday's truth, today's lies
Illusions at best

Judy Phelps
Pendulum of time
Incessant ticking tocking
History repeats
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