Three Line Poetry

Issue 47


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Poets in this issue — click a name to read

Lianne Kamp
broken heart
us curled back to back in bed
at odds with our shape

Bill Melton
one long bony leg
disappears in still water
black-crowned night-heron

Katherine Shipp
My imagination tires of me.
I ride it like a pregnant mare
along the haunted moors.

Matthew Borczon
Sharp footed crows
walk across human skulls
the scratching sound is my reality.

Mary Crane Fahey
November moon transfigures pewter skies
Deserted fields, cornstalks cast shadows
Winds blow snow scent into bare places

Rene Mullen
Venn diagram
Circles of life and love
And the rare intersection

Gabriel Rheaume
red leaves
and rose petals
decorate the gutter

Val Deveraux
The sea awaits me
With brilliant shiny objects
To touch and return

Claire Scott
in the underbelly of love
in the shadow beneath the swing
grief unfolds leathery wings

Michael Flanagan
one summer day
leaking from the bailer
silage’s sweet tang

Kim Payne
Leaves falling as a veil
Autumn colors swirl
Loneliness has no name

Erin Castaldi
delicate breeze
dancing across velvet petals
opening night

Julie P. Lauton
orb on emerald blade
night gifts dawn
dewy drops

Heather Teague
This is what a soul looks like.
Dark words atop a bright background.
Humanity is composed of contrasts.

Angela Hedman
dampened thought alone
was an iron paperweight
on pale, feathered lungs

Angela Sargent
Bony branches, stark against
A fiery autumn sky
Birds escape in crisp formation

David Subacchi
plastic model cavalryman
astride a plastic horse
sabre never falling.

Ishita Bhattacharya
slowly awaiting
salvation from reality
ceaselessly dreaming

Marc-us Low
desire curls flamelike,
faced like a little tiger,
inquisitive

Albert Katz
it is so much easier
to write of betrayal
than of love

Suzanne Sakai
wind gusts on the side porch
fingertip keyboard click-clicks
-Night craves solitude

Hannah-Rose Tristram
Walking in the dark
high on mulled Christmas carols.
Parents guard and guide.

Heidi Griminger Blanke
Old age is like waiting for the bus.
It seems it will never come,
then, one day, it whisks you away.

Greg Schwartz
neighborhood pond
all the fish
we never caught

Vyomi Malik
Blackened boat
Rowing furiously
An azure cotton saree

Jackie Maugh Robinson
stroking
an aquarium stingray
too far the sea

Agnieszka Filipek
I watch the rain
washing dirty windows
my fingerprints remain

Jonathan Thorn
Peering into you
His eyes hammer into your soul
Exploding in light

Christopher Greer
Greedy little beast,
unsatisfied and longing--
always wanting more.

Rebecca Kane
Kansas landscape
beating boredom from the backseat
counting telephone poles

Bryon Lagania
golden sun
growth's scent travels on warm wind
ice trickles

Kayla Layaoen
Quiet, wind-shaken,
still and lulling back and forth.
Single tree, sparse leaves.

Robert McManes
I can't imagine real flowers
winter has closed imagination’s borders
and locked me a colorless cage

Siobhan Brightman
Through the mud blossoms beauty
But we must dive in feet first
Before we can find the lotus

Eftichia Kapardeli
The wings of a loving butterfly
The petals hit the soul
blooming blooms

Nancy Botta
An ocean of shale
couldn't keep lovers apart—
weeds reach for the sun

Suzanne Cottrell
Forest green leaves eager to emerge
Await thawing soil and longer days
Finally Amethyst, butter, white crocuses

Cody Schweickert
Sonorous bell envelopes village
In songs of flesh united
In cries of threnody

Nells Wasilewski
Sky of tangled clouds
unhappy and foreboding
pours out its wrath

Maryam Qureshi
Pale Autumn Moon...
Withering Face
Lonely Maiden

Susan Gentry
Winter storm warnings trigger
searches for gloves, skates and sleds
notices of school closings

John Riley
Inside cities I've walked country miles,
watched lights turn on and off
in houses perched on little lawns.

Brian Dau
The wind chimes lost
their root note and blew
unresolved against the sky.

Laurie Decker
Words spun, gossamer fine
whisper across a dancing flame,
love among the ashes.

Michael Proulx
Wind-blown snow
My mind a drift
Yet so focused

Dean K Miller
Now, just a moment away from your past
And staring into your future
You know where you must go

Rachel Zempel
torn journal paper
black ink— wounded heart archives
bleeding poetry

Rebecca Poleto
Leaves tumble down,
a carpet of red
crunching beneath my shoes.

Julie Corbett
reclaiming a family name
unrelated partners
reliably unconnected with a past

Lorraine Cipriano
He broke down her walls
rebuilt them adding windows
letting sunshine in
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