Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
‘Still today, the song of the birds can be heard outside the window'
Write a poem that concludes with this line. What topics and themes might be explored in a poem with this ending?
Writings
Our Song 
The melody of morning birds, once a joyous serenade,
Now echoes a love lost, a heart tattered and frayed.
We’d wake tangled in sunlight, your smile the waking dawn,
But now, these empty sheets whisper of what has gone.
The world spins on its axis, oblivious to my plight,
Bathed in the same sunshine, yet shrouded in endless night.
Each chirp a memory, a fluttering of your touch,
A bittersweet sym...
treehouse
whenever i think about it, it feels like a fever dream
hiding somewhere under a willow tree
climb the ladder to gaze over the canopy
i remember when i was young, this was my escape
still obtains my trinkets, the baby blue colored drapes
a portal to my past, caught up in a limbo
still today, the song of birds can be heard outside the window...
The birds
The birds outside my window sing songs
The most beautiful ones to hear
But they never decided to last long
And soon we were brought back to fear
The songs drowned out the screams
If there’s anywhere you will find me
It is begging them to come for me in my dreams
As i grew older the birds kept singing
Though it became hard to hear
My ears never stopped ringing
But the birds kept on breath...
As The Birds Sang
Do you remember holding each other as the birds sang sweet notes?
Do you miss watching them dance from the window like there was no more tension between you and I?
Could you feel when your touch became cold?
Or when hesitation drove me away? Dragging me by my ankles as I struggled to grab onto anything to keep me from leaving.
Eventually I stopped grasping onto walls or cracks in the floor b...
Sunrise
Do you remember, when you laid next to me
Soft cotton on our skin
Entangled in one another
The sun would begin to peak through the curtains
Our lips would greet before we began to speak
Do you remember, the sound of morning
Still today, the song of the birds can be heard outside the window...
Hope Never Dies
So the war rages on,
An internal cyclone whipping up emotions,
Little voice begs for it to soon be gone,
Demonic shrieking causing commotions.
‘Tis the storm of the decade,
Out of control with no way back,
Trembling afraid,
A complete character attack.
Yet somewhere out there,
Peace lurks with the cool morning light,
Waiting for the moment to show someone cares,
Never coming, an eternal night....