Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
270 · Nov 2024
Writer's Block
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
Sometimes,
When I am with my demons or angels,
and drowning alone in silence,
I find solace in my inauspicious life.

Sometimes,
Solitude is the only place
where I can remain contemplative,
as thoughts freely flow within my mind.

Sometimes,
There is beauty in quiet introspection,
my unvoiced passions are never denied,
but must I remain unloved, as time slowly slips by?

Is my mind merely irresolute?
Torn into pieces by ambivalent thought,
at war with itself, until reason intervenes...

and then I begin to write.

©️Lizzie Bevis
268 · May 28
Feeling too much
Lizzie Bevis May 28
Gentle kind soul,
I see the tears you weep,
as you sit in quiet vigil
while the world is asleep.

The world's weight has settled
in your bones tonight,
leaving you wishing for peace,
instead of a fight.

Kindness flows from you
like steady breaths, so deep;
While others dream and slumber,
your selfless mind still seeks.

I sometimes watch
as your mind creates storms,
and your eyes rain with mercy,
as you care for all.

Your heart overflows
with hopes and dreams,
while time, like a fish,
swims quickly downstream.

Silhouetted by moonlight
spilling through the window pane,
its presence is a thankful kiss
that softly speaks your name.

©️Lizzie Bevis
268 · Nov 2024
Aibohphobia
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
Madam, in eden, i’m adaM.
Eve did the deed
and deified god,
He has his eye on you,
Dennis and Edna sinneD
too.

Won’t lovers revolt noW?
We do not say a peep as
We panic in a peW
Because
He lived as a devil, eH?
Wow!

Sir, i demand, i am a maid named iriS.
Ma is a nun, as i aM,
Never a foot too far, eveN.
Red roses run no risk, sir, on nurse’s ordeR
But, red apples and serpents do.
Tut, tut, tut.

©️Lizzie Bevis
If you have an irrational fear of Palindromes
Please do not read this!

I was playing with words and it seemed like a great idea.
I hope that you enjoy! :)
268 · Dec 2024
New Year, New Me
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
January brings sweet pie crust promises,
so easily made and effortlessly broken.
While my sofa creaks beneath good intentions,
As carrot cake still declares itself a healthy salad.

Gym memberships
and weight loss programs multiply,
like my calorie-counting motivation,
that I will probably grow bored of by spring,
as I swear that this year I will get fit.
Just like last year,
and the year before.

My to-do lists stretch longer than my Christmas credit card bill,
while the front cover of my new planner encouragingly exclaims

Get organised!

This will probably lay forgotten by March,
next to my old dusty yoga mat.
Yet, another failed quest
for Zen and mindfulness.

But here I am again,
recycling hopes
like yesterday's Asti bottles,
as I believe in the magic of midnight.

When the calendar pages flip over
and suddenly,
everyone is engrossed
in the thoughts of New Year,
New me resolutions.

Like I'm supposed to become
A marathon-running
Smoothie-drinking
Organised
Book-reading
Healthy­ eating
Meditation guru
Who still can't resist
Tucking into pizza at midnight?!

Maybe this year I will just resolve
To be a little kinder to the me
Who tries
And fails
And tries again
And fails.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I think that the only new years resolution I've kept is the one where I vowed to stay alive!

Happy new year all!
I hope that 2025 brings you everything that you desire! 🥂
264 · Apr 15
Rowing The Boat
Lizzie Bevis Apr 15
Four souls sit cramped with little room,
her arms ache as she pulls each stroke,
the waves swell and grey skies loom,
as her husband complains about the boat.

Her child is sat safely between her feet,
she fights the current, wind and rain.
Her sleeping dog is curled up by her seat,
as her husband whinges of cold and pain.

"Won't you help?" she asks irate,
her voice as steady as each stroke.
He sighs and shifts about his weight,
nearly tipping over the boat.

The water seeps between the boards,
she bails it out with her sore hands,
while he sits there, sighing and hoards
the space while making demands.

"Here," she says, "take this lifevest,
it is the only one we own."
He grabs it quickly without protest,
still wearing his entitled frown.

Her arms are sore, her back aches,
but forward still she toils,
until his complaints crash final waves
as her blood silently boils.

Fuelled by frustration, her spirit strong,
she rows towards the distant shore,
"This weight I've carried far too long,
and I cannot take it anymore."

"The boat's too small," she simply says,
"This load alone is too much to bear."
Her choice is made in the open sea
and she leaves him floating there.

With her child and loyal dog on board
the determined woman pressed on,
and rowed towards the shore
and onwards towards the warmth of home.

©️Lizzie Bevis
263 · Jan 7
The Rude Awakening
Lizzie Bevis Jan 7
I wake up to the sound of cars
driving through puddles,
Splashing me awake;
Whilst moments ago,
I was dreaming
Of somewhere far away.

The rain should be soothing,
As plump drops beat down
Persistent in their rhythm,
Hammering on the glass
Whilst I hide under covers
And I  do not wish to rise.

©️Lizzie Bevis
263 · Oct 2024
Lovestruck
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
My heart sees only you.
My eyes are open,
but it is my heart that sees
everything in beautiful colours.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Tinkering hands
Lead to restless minds,
Always seeking
What they might find,
In systems running
Perfectly well,
Please, act with caution,
Results may repel.

Leave alone what
Smoothly flows;
If working gears
Continue to go,
For in the quest
To meddle away,
We sometimes cause
More disarray.

Wisdom lies
In knowing when
To step aside,
To leave again.
For changes made
Without true need
Can plant dysfunctions
Stubborn seed.

If it works,
Then let it be,
Sometimes that's
The wisest plea!
Not all that’s old
Needs to be renewed;
Leave it alone
To see itself through.

©️Lizzie Bevis
A cautionary poem.
In England we have this saying ‘If it ain't broken, don't fix it’ implying that it is silly to try and fix the unmendable, to put it simply…it is a waste of time.
257 · Apr 12
Please Listen...
Lizzie Bevis Apr 12
I am not here
to wage a war of wills,
I am carrying concerns
too heavy, too still.

Which gather like weights
deep inside my chest,
until my silence
can no longer rest.

Can you hear my voice rising,
as I plot my tactful course,
but you miss the frustration
trembling at its worried source.

I speak out in haste,
as I fear my words will fade,
because these feelings
have been long delayed.

It is not anger which drives
my urgent demands,
but, it is with hope that you
will finally understand.

Through all of this noise,
beneath the strain,
There is a caring soul
that is tired and in pain.

And I am not here
for the victory,
I am just hoping
for some humility.

So please, listen out
for the softness
within my voice,
brevity is my only choice.

I am now desperately trying
to break through,
with hands outstretched,
to talk with you.

©️Lizzie Bevis
255 · Jan 4
Trust Fall
Lizzie Bevis Jan 4
Leaving it in other hands
A surrender, slow and sure.
A loosening of the tether that stands
Between what we can't endure.

As all who patiently wait
For the lock to disengage,
Each choice becomes a weight of fate
Released from its cage.

A sword will cause a decisive mark
That makes permanent our choice.
The final stroke, a light in dark,
Gives silence now a voice.

©️Lizzie Bevis
253 · May 14
Growth
Lizzie Bevis May 14
Your mind is a waiting garden,
and life will give us seeds,
you can sow beautiful flowers
or you can nurture stubborn weeds.

The choice is yours,
to make in a thoughtful wake,
to tend to the delicate blossoms
or let the brambles overtake.

Water the garden with pride,
with thoughts pure and bright,
tear down any climbing doubts
and give way to the sunlight.

For what you will harvest
depends on what you sow,
your garden will flourish
and wisdom will grow.

So nurture each lesson,
and watch the petals unfurl,
in your garden of growth,
with the beauty of your soul.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Inspired by a wonderful mindfulness quote,
I was unfortunately unable to find the original author to give credit, but here it is in its inspiring glory:

Your mind is a garden.
Your thoughts are the seeds.
You can grow flowers
or you can grow weeds.
244 · Nov 2024
Poetry in Motion
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
He is so many words
that cannot be spoken
or even be truly written
as a beautiful rhyme.
My bursting heart chords
they sing,
to love they have awoken.

He is always on my mind
to him I am devoted,
I recall beautiful memories,
I embrace my comforting thoughts
because I know he is mine.
I smile,
as words of love become woven.

He radiates a love so strong
that our bond cannot be broken,
my happy heart leaps
leading my undying rhythm;
My never-ending song
I dance,
to poetry in motion.

©️Lizzie Bevis
243 · Dec 2024
Britishness
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Tea flows like the River Thames,
While tutting spreads like wildfire
At queue-jumpers
And umbrella-shirkers,
As passive-aggressive notes flourish
Like ivy on garden walls
A POLITE NOTICE:
Your parking leaves much to be desired.

———

Digestive biscuits dunk and drown
In piping hot Tea at 4 o'clock sharp,
Followed by a national moment of silence,
As Scones wage their silent war
Devon versus Cornwall;
The cream-first heretics
Face jam-first purists,
While the cucumber sandwiches mediate,
Their crusts banished like medieval traitors.

———

The weather forecast foresees
Cloudy with a chance of small talk,
And a 90% probability
Of complaining about the weather.
Shorts and sandals brave December,
While summer coats guard
Against the August sun,
And somewhere, someone
Is wearing socks with sandals.
Ooh, Suits you, Sir!

———

Red buses pass red buses
Followed by a ritual of waiting,
Until the bus arrives
Five minutes late, of course.
While Big Ben counts the moments
As patience is wrapped in politeness,
Where every grumble is a nod,
Until the next apologetic shuffle.

©️Lizzie Bevis
If you know…you know!
241 · Nov 2024
New England
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
New England, 
You are a beautiful dance,  
each moment is a pleasure, 
each sight a romance.

In the heart of your beauty, 
my soul takes flight,
by a serene lakeside 
bathed in moonlight.

I stood on a mountain peak
taking in the view,
I relaxed on sandy beaches
refreshed, I was renewed.

While walking between trees
I listened to the peaceful lull 
then I paused to sit by the river
as my heart felt full.

I wrote this love letter
to a captivating place,
I'm besotted, breathtaken
by your splendour and grace.

©️Lizzie Bevis
This poem was written  many moons ago when I stopped and sat by Point Judith in Wakefield, RI in 2005 after exploring the North East of America.
I had the best time.
239 · Mar 24
Scent-sational
Lizzie Bevis Mar 24
Freshly brewed coffee,
a much needed cup
waking my senses,
along with the earthy scent
of grass newly cut.

The perfume of lilacs
bring a glorious haze,
inhaling the scent,
along with petrichor
on warm rainy days.

From warm ovens
with a promised rise,
a baker's joy is uplifting
like wheaten clouds
that fill our skies.

While onions sweat
on top of the stove,
patiently tending
as sweet **** scents
slowly fill the home.

Salt-kissed winds
from coastal shores,
as fresh clean air
sweeps through linens,
sun-dried for hours.

Hung on the line
crisp and clean,
surrendering to the breeze
like white flags
to a sky serene.

Blossom confetti
celebrates the day,
as sunshine warms hearts
and Hyacinth perfumes
the month of May.

A warming cup
of cocoa steams,
bringing hopeful sleep,
as every weary breath
becomes a waking dream.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I was minding my own business, pouring my cup of coffee this morning, enjoying the wafting aroma filling the kitchen, and then this poem became something.
I hope that you enjoy it. 🙂
236 · Nov 2024
Watching Them Grow
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
First breaths taken, gentle cries,  
under watchful parents’ eyes.  
The first sweet taste of mother's milk  
she cradles skin as soft as silk.  
Tiny fingers reach and curl,  
as a new life greets this changing world.

Unsteady steps lead to tumbles down,  
tear-stained cheeks and a fading frown;  
Bruised knees bleeding on the ground,  
their brave face crumpling at the sound.  
Kiss the hurt and dry those tears,  
hug away the pain and fears.

Playground skirmishes leave a trace,
young hearts grapple with their place,  
as games and friendships shape their days,  
exploring life in myriad ways.  
Reading tales and counting stars,  
as time slips swiftly through youthful hours.

Changes come in the undertow,  
As pre-teen tempests start to blow.  
Mirrors now become their cage,  
with self-doubt writing every page.  
Finding paths through storms within,  
as adolescent shifts begin.

Teenage years bring deeper thought
and independence fiercely sought.  
Screaming words they don’t quite mean,  
piercing hearts of parent and teen.  
Growing pains lead to hearts that yearn,  
and life's harsh lessons left to learn.

To guide them through each perilous phase,  
and love them through their changing days.  
Watch them sleep like years before,  
until their world stops outside your door.  
Time slips too quickly through growing hands,  
leaving a void that no one understands.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I'm reflecting on my own personal experience as a mother watching my children grow.
The time passes so quickly and before you know it, they are leaving home.
Time really is so precious.
236 · Jan 29
Metamorphosis
Lizzie Bevis Jan 29
They did not know who I'd be,
I was a child back then, not yet set free.
Each wound they left became a door
Through which my naked pain would pour.

The child they knew has long since fled,
And as time passed my tears were shed.
They have my photograph old and worn,
While I became a woman scorned.

How great it is to know that they cannot see
The strength that has grown wild inside of me.
Their story is over, that page has turned,
Their privilege was lost and lessons were learned.

Let them keep their faded view
Of someone they once long ago knew,
As they hold firmly onto the past
While I am free to fly at last.

©️Lizzie Bevis
236 · Nov 2024
Carpe Diem
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
My aching limbs and heavy sighs,  
as morning light hurts my weary eyes
and every movement feels like a chore,  
as time slows from the weight of it all.

Although every step may feel like lead,  
and thoughts of rest fill my weary head;
I'm determined to try anyway,
with a will to rise and seize the day.

©️Lizzie Bevis
234 · Dec 2024
Joy
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Joy
She is easily found in the little things,  
In dewdrops glistening in the first ray of light,  
As sparrows sing their happy melodies,  
In the chorus of the morning's gentle recite.

She lives within each day awakening,  
In rainfall's soft, percussive song,  
And in countless fleeting moments
That proved remarkable all along.

She lingers in winter's misty breath,  
Rising softly through the morning chill,  
And in autumn's amber warmth,  
As leaves whirl and dance at the wind’s will.

You’ll find her in the sunset,  
In a bittersweet encore that soars,  
And in content hearts that quietly know  
She will visit them once more.

I've learned to never cage her spirit,
Nor beg with her to remain,  
But to welcome her like the sunrise  
When joy chooses to brighten my day.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I was inspired to write this poem this morning as I stood outside in the chilly English air and I quietly listened to the bird song for a few moments. I exhaled, I smiled and found myself content with everything around me.
It is remarkable what little things can bring us joy.
I hope that this poem brings you a little bit of joy too. 🙂
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Let the weight of the world go,  
Like morning frost  
Beneath dawn's tender touch.  
Spread your worries over the earth,  
Not as stones, but as seeds.  
Watch how fresh roots  
Will comfort your despair,  
Nurturing it into strength.

Then emerge with resilience,  
As daybreak’s first steady breath  
Calm, enduring and inevitable.  
Do not dwell on others' requests;  
Your heart knows its needs,  
Longing to become more  
Than just something.

Wishing to be whole and unbroken
By time's constant haste.
While adrift with your name
on the wind's tongue,  
Carried by the breeze  
That understands the truth.  
These winds have carved mountains  
And have ridden the tides  
Of wild, untamed oceans.

Take a moment to compose yourself.  
Your respite is not submission,  
But the gathering of thunder  
Within the lull before the storm breaks.  
It is a deep breath before your voice  
Awakens the sleeping sky,  
The dawn holds its breath in waiting,  
As the burden lessens with time.

©️Lizzie Bevis
224 · Dec 2024
When the Cat got High
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Looking toward the rim of his saucer,  
The cat decided to be,  
a fearless mighty mouser,  
and set his dreamies free.

And so the walls began to ripple,  
With a milky veil to drown his woes,  
As he bound over the armchair,
To escape his imaginary foes.

Then a wild low growl decreed,
While the humans stirred in dismay,
His claws spoke of an ancient prophecy
As catnip led his mind astray.

The wide-eyed and wild, blur of fur,
Ricocheted off the walls with ease.
He is a feline ninja on a mission,
Defying every law of gravity.

His battle cry shook the room to its core,
As he zoomed without a care,
Through the fog of his catnip high,
Sending dreamies flying everywhere.

©️Lizzie Bevis
A fun poem about catnip induced munchies.
Inspired by my cat Timmy.
Catnip is now rationed in this house.
219 · Dec 2024
In Kindness and Pain
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
These battered wings still soar
Beneath clouds of gathered storms,
You, miraculous survivor,
Are teaching others how to fly.

In your bruised hands,
You hold fragments of others' hope
Like precious stones,
Polishing their troubles away.

How strange and beautiful,
That from your deepest wells of pain
Springs this endless fountain
Of so much kindness.

They'll never know
The weight of the hurt you've carried,
As you transform the darkness
Into a lamp for lost souls.

You are the paradox,
Broken and whole,
Scarred and healing,
Empty and overflowing.

Your gentle soul speaks
In the language of second chances,
Showing that there is hope
To every invisible heart.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I thought that I would just roll with my thoughts and write in free verse as I lay awake listening to the rain and try to sleep.

I hope that you enjoy reading this poem.
Take care :)
219 · Dec 2024
Love Thoughts
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Your touch ignites
          the morning sky,
With each kiss
          a thousand stars
                    reply.

Your Heartbeat
is my favourite song,
          the rhythm
I've searched
                    for all along.

Your eyes
hold secrets of the sea
          each glance
                    a promise
                              meant for me.

Your smile outshines
          the burning sun,
Two hearts beating
          and joined
                    as one.

Like honey
          dripping
                    from the moon,
Like roses
          blooming
                    out of tune.

Your love flows
          through my every vein,
with a sweet,
          intoxicating rush
                    of pain.

©️Lizzie Bevis
219 · Jan 27
An Attack of Conscience
Lizzie Bevis Jan 27
In the hollow space between
who I am and who I should have been,
as my failures echo around me.
I am only human.
Yet, regret lingers
like a bitter taste on my tongue,
offering a feeble defence
that I refuse to voice,
because my words are like pebbles
too small to fill this pit of regret
gorging on my conscience
so, I swallow them whole,
letting them settle
heavy in my throat
while you drown in my silence,
and wear your disappointment
like a weighted coat.

©️Lizzie Bevis
217 · Oct 2024
Courage
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
Please do not feel sad
because the world will stop
if your smile ceases to exist,
akin to warming rays
cascading from the heavens up high,
brightening our days and making life worthwhile.

Please do not feel worried
you will always find the light
within the darkness due;
Please remember
your radiance and your kindness
and that my heart is always with you.

Please do not pity and wallow
because of everything that has been,
try to be kind to yourself
continuously;
I hope that you will find peace
with chaotic thoughts
and find hope by casting aside doubts.

I can only hope that the song
that plays over and over within
becomes the sweet melody
of happier thoughts and memories,
soothing you at times when you feel down
and will forever bring you comfort,
as a welcome good morning
and good night.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Feb 14
A single red rose
blooms into I love you,
as note paper confessions
fold into origami kisses.

Hearts melt like chocolate
on nervous tongues,
as the world holds its breath
when you blush and smile.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Have a beautiful day with those you love ❤️
213 · Feb 9
Finding Equilibrium
Lizzie Bevis Feb 9
Throughout the noise of passing days,  
I seek the sacred silence  
where clarity lies in waiting.  
I listen amidst shouts and the din,  
patiently awaiting peace to drift in  
like a dandelion seed on the wind.  

Each person I encounter
is a part of this universe
especially, the quiet ones,
their stories shaped
by the flow of time,
and even I am a traveller
trying to embrace
my place among the stars.  

Still, life endures
like stubborn weeds  
sprouting up through concrete,  
defying the cracks of cynicism
that threaten to spread out of control.  
Despite my moments of doubt,  
Time is a wise scholar,  
teaching me to be kind and gentle
towards others and myself.

And right here, in the rhythm
of my steady heartbeat,  
I claim my peace;  
it is real and honest,
a welcoming,
comforting emptiness
that swallows the remnants
of my long lost dreams.
  
My life is magnificent,  
even if it feels untamed,
and requires nurturing
with a shower of tears.  
I am, just like you
another person
under this timeless sky,  
as I continue to be
wholly and fiercely alive.  

©️Lizzie Bevis
212 · Nov 2024
Old Sweater
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
I wrapped myself
in your old sweater;  
it wasn't the same.
I smelt your perfume,  
the scent of sweet jasmine  
had turned bittersweet.
I whispered your name too,  
I wanted to find comfort  
in your empty arms,  
but its softness is now  
just a ghost of you.  

©️Lizzie Bevis
211 · Feb 25
Dreaming
Lizzie Bevis Feb 25
Peaceful sleep washes
over my consciousness,
I shroud myself
in the warmth of a duvet
and close my eyes.
Time passes in waves
washing the day away.

Colours spiral and blend,
as logic bends,
and I float weightlessly
through memories
that have never happened,
as I can only imagine.

The moon guards my secrets,
in a language
that I almost understand,
while I am everywhere
and nowhere,
dreaming through
seas of starlight
in my dreamland.

Then, my eyes snap open,
and reality crashes over me
like a wave of cold water,
leaving an emptiness
of something once profound,
and scenes that I
can no longer recall.
I can only hope
that it was a beautiful dream.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I wrote this at 01:00 and then promptly fell back to sleep again.
206 · Oct 2024
Imperfect
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
Gazing into the mirror,
blotchy eyed, unkempt and exhausted
as dull light casts shadows,
framing my weary face,
as I search for any strength
left in this aged reflection
by recalling fearless days.

Adrift, all conviction is lost
yet, in my mind I still tread water,
as despair’s chill takes hold
and I drown in torments deep depths,
each breath a heavyweight
as I slowly sink under.

My heart remains guarded,
I count each fragile vulnerable beat
and I deeply pray for solace as frailty continuously snuffs out my spark.
The anxiety grips steadfastly to reality
and my self-esteem dissipates
under this malady.

I cower from this fear,  
not wishing to fade into stillness here,  
while the world outside looms
like an impossible mountain to climb.  
Why must my existence feel so awry,  
reduced to nothing but a broken soul?
Because, this is not me…
This is not me at all.

©️Lizzie Bevis
201 · Mar 12
I am a Contradiction
Lizzie Bevis Mar 12
I am discombobulated,
like a riddle unsolved by light,  
yet, I have a smile that glows,
but hides at night;
and when joy spills from my lips,
it is a warming display,  
but, pain still lingers,
only a heartbeat away.  

I am as bold as the dawn,
as I step into the fray,  
yet as shy as a whisper,
I often quickly drift away.  
I love with a consuming fire
that burns through the cold,  
and sometimes I smoulder,
overwhelmed and old.  

I am healing and hurting,
I am an emotional embrace,  
gazing into the mirror,
as I search for my place.  
So fiercely I strive,
with my dreams in sight,  
yet I am caught in a spiral
as my wishes ignite.  

I am a walking contradiction
of heartache and grace,  
as I chase fleeting moments,
searching for space.  
I am more than a peacemaker,
and I am willing to fight,  
to find peace in the turmoil,
where my weakness meets might.  

So here in the stillness,
my thoughts fill my head,  
as I think about my life
and where it has led.  
I have been a whirlwind of beauty,
a wilting rose of strife,  
and I’m learning to grow
within the chaos of life.

©️Lizzie Bevis
198 · May 18
I Wished Upon a Star
Lizzie Bevis May 18
Before you, romance and love
was a distant thought,
a concept I could neither
touch nor name,
so rare like the shooting star
that yearned to be caught
on the day you finally came.

I was besotted with your warmth
like a meteor trail of cosmic rain.
I gravitated towards your voice,
a sound beyond anything I can compare.
Your smile breathed life into my soul,
and your eyes sparkled like stardust
scattered into the midnight air.

I remember how we slow danced
and you made my heart lose control,
and in the moments I could not speak
your safe arms were my guide,
and your presence filled the void inside.
You painted auroras on the night sky,
showing me, what love should truly mean, and I am star-blessed.

©️Lizzie Bevis
198 · Nov 2024
Just About Surviving
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
Each fall left its resounding mark,
etched upon her courageous soul.
A thousand times she fell,
yet, rose with gumption whole.

Rock bottom understands her well,
like an old companion who called;
But she became resilient
when internal darkness sprawled.

©️Lizzie Bevis
197 · Nov 2024
Dreaming
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
In peaceful sleep,
the night unfolds,  
into a swirl colour,
a sight to behold
as waves of light like whispers trace,
guide my heart to a secret place,
up to crystal stars in dark velvet skies,
which scatter wishes that softly rise.

My visions soar,  
in slumber's dance,
I seek for more
in my restful trance,
as mirrored reflections of distant lands,
take shape in my unseen busy hands.
Planting blooming flowers under midnight's breath,
painting the night in colours of vivid depth.

Each step a melody,
a dream unspun,
I wander softly,
as time comes undone
and with every dawn, my dreams take flight
through the serene darkness, chasing light.
Like floating lanterns, these dreams ascend, illuminating paths that I never want to end.

©️Lizzie Bevis
195 · Dec 2024
When It All Gets Too Much
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
When the weight of the world feels heavy,  
And shoulders slump beneath its load,  
Carrying on becomes an unwanted burden,  
Yet resilience demands that we never let go.

Sometimes I dream of laying it all down,  
To live and breathe beyond these confines,  
To shed the weight of others' expectations,  
To find solace, to rest, and unwind.

Even mountains must rest in their valleys,  
And oceans retreat before kissing the shore.  
Why must I maintain this false rally,  
When nature knows the strength of pause?

So let me be both, the warrior and wanderer,  
The shelter and storm, the sun and the rain.  
Resilience isn't found in constant endurance,  
But in knowing when to try again.

©️Lizzie Bevis
195 · Oct 2024
Amidst the Creative Chaos
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
In my room where chaos reigns,  
papers tumble and flutter,  
scattered through the air  
like long-lost planes,
as I navigate the clutter
of this whirlwind of disorder  
and sift through scattered pain,  
longing for a spark of order  
beneath this mountain piled here  
somewhere, my creativity remains.

©️Lizzie Bevis
195 · Nov 2024
Wasting Time
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
In passing hours,
the clock unwinds,  
as efficiency dissolves
into wasting time
and with idle hands,
the moments slip,  
each second lost,
the clock still ticks…

As they continue to believe
that there is plenty of time
to fulfil and achieve
some sort of half-arsed
productivity?!

©️Lizzie Bevis
Sorry…I was venting!
Children are something else sometimes!
After I calmed down I found humour in my words.
Please enjoy :)
194 · Jan 30
Winter Bugs
Lizzie Bevis Jan 30
This morning brings another count
of ailments that have attacked me,
as viral matter drifts unseen in the air
impossible to keep track of.

The mirror shows my tired face,
so pale and paper-thin,
while symptoms wear my body down
and make my poor head spin.

I am too weary now to catalogue
each ache, each pain, each sigh;
The simple truth is all that's left
and I'm barely getting by.

This not-so-wonderful existence
drags its feet along,
my routine is all out of tune,
as I snuffle a half-forgotten song.

I'm death warmed over, so they say
though warmth feels far away,
as I shiver through the unbearable hours
of yet another long and miserable day.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I started writing this a week ago when I was unwell with the flu.
I spent today fine-tuning it and I think that it is good enough to share...but I'll keep my germs to myself!

I'm beginning to feel much better :)
193 · Dec 2024
Dreams and Reality
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
I dream of morning sunlight
bathing the room in gold,
a gentle awakening,
as the day unfolds.
Rain falling softly
on cobblestone streets,
watching lovers share umbrellas,
wishing I had someone to meet.

I dream of Candlelit dinners,
watching the stars above,
spontaneous dances,
and falling in love.
My life is a canvas
of dreams unfurled,
wishing for perfect moments
so that I could paint the world.

Yet in reality, my alarm is blaring,
I sit sleepily, letting my coffee go cold.
I then rush through the traffic
as the morning grows old.
I splash in murky puddles
and soak my worn shoes,
Then stand on the crowded bus,
chuntering away my morning blues.

When at home the microwave beeps,
and there are bills to pay.
I watch Netflix in silence
With a tv dinner to end my day.
I then lay alone in bed
in this mess that I conceal,
with a quiet awareness
of how I truly feel.

©️Lizzie Bevis
186 · Jan 13
Mindfulness
Lizzie Bevis Jan 13
At this present time,
thoughts rise like falling
Sycamore seeds, caught
in a downward spiral
on a dizzying breeze,
which captures my breath
as I brace for impact.
I close my eyes tight
and steady myself.

As my senses slow,
I open my eyes and
I take everything in
like a panoramic view,
and the ebb and flow
of life births smiles new,
as each breath brings home
a sigh of relief
in this sacred now.

Past and future fade,
as I notice all
that I need to see
and hear in clarity.
My steady bold pulse,
the firm ground beneath,
crunching under feet;
As birds sing sweet songs,
the wind kisses my skin
and now is all there is.

©️Lizzie Bevis
186 · Feb 11
My Fleeting Valentine
Lizzie Bevis Feb 11
We mistake some encounters for forever,
blaming time when our hearts don't align,
but, perhaps we were never meant
to be each other's Valentine.

Maybe we were just commuters,
meeting at the perfect time,
when you needed steady ground,
and I needed a divine sign.

The moment wasn't wrong at all,
it was our expectations' weight;
Two strangers meant to cross paths,
to help each other navigate.

But, my compass pointed towards the North,
as we met in unfamiliar lands,
and you were destined to travel South,
our lives just had different plans.

We were wrong for who we were,
yet, perfect in that moment of stay.
We were not meant for endless tomorrows,
but to help each other find our way.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Sometimes love isn't forever.
But, I hope that one day,
I will meet the one.
185 · Dec 2024
Lifetime - In Haiku Stages
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Tender life’s first cry
In a world so pure and new,  
Hello, little one.

Curious minds play,  
Running around the playground,  
Reaching for the sky.

Reading books piled high,  
Through learning they find their way,  
As knowledge is found.

Late nights, coffee cups,  
Graduating with honour,
Live, learn and begin.

Choices weave their paths,  
With responsibilities,  
As coin slips through hands.

A chance encounter,
Draws hearts that grow together,
I love you always.

Two hearts bound with rings,  
Promises in whispered vows,  
‘Til death do we part.

A mother is born,
A new baby greets this world,
They seize my whole heart.

The world keeps turning,
Children into adults grow
With aged threads of time.

Hold my weary hand,  
My journey finds its end now,  
Stars await my soul.

©️Lizzie Bevis
184 · Oct 2024
A Brief Encounter
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
In life’s swift current,  
we shared a glance,  
as fleeting souls
in a silent dance,
both rushing along
busy city pavements.

A smile exchanged,  
a moment's grace,  
for a brief second
your gaze met my face
and we became  
more than strangers.  

©️Lizzie Bevis
177 · Oct 2024
Camouflage
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
Do you dare to search deep within me,
reveal my darkest secrets
and uncover the truth?

I am a master of disguise,
displays of emotion are denied
enough to outwit any sleuth.

So I must ask...
Are you sure you want to see
what is behind this mask?

©️Lizzie Bevis
176 · Nov 2024
November Evenings
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
In the hush of cool autumnal dusks,  
the sleepy world slows down,  
and crisp golden leaves  
scatter over the ground.  
The sky now dons
a cloak of twilight grey,  
as the nipping breeze begins to play.  

The streetlamps flicker, their glow a guide,  
as nightfall blankets the countryside,
and families gather at home  
by the warm fireside,  
while the scent of baked apples
with cinnamon flows,  
and a hearty stew simmers on the stove.  

After a warming dinner, laughter is shared,  
and in the heart of the home,  
hot cocoa is prepared  
while the children play games,
building forts from cushions
their giggles ring clear,  
filling the room with joy and cheer.

As the hour grows late, tiredness spreads,  
and soft heavy eyelids
remind them it's time for bed.  
The embers crackle softly,
as the evening grows quiet,
and worn out children yawn and sigh
as November evenings slowly drift by.

©️Lizzie Bevis
174 · Oct 2024
The tides of my emotions
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
My grey blue eyes look for something
to grasp onto in the torrent of my emotions, but I need not look any deeper
than my love for you.

Although, I have despised you,
when you berated my name
under your breathe more than once
but I still found myself loving you again.

Your mindless antics threw me to the wind
when our love was a double-edged sword,
mingling our vigour and passion
as bitter words were spat and scored.

This burning strength of mine
was once a weapon yielded tightly
as my heart beat faster, and my thoughts were once a force to be seldom reckoned with.

Yet, when infuriated I found peace quickly,
and I finally understand why at times
I fought so hard for you,
and why I chose to make a stand.

I did not want to hurt you but,
I longed for you to see
that I wanted you to love yourself
as much as you loved me.

I did not want to hurl my words
and create a storm across an ocean,
but instead to love you as deeply
as the tides of my emotions.

©️Lizzie Bevis
173 · Dec 2024
Rewind
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
I regret the choices  
Made in blinding haste;  
As consequences anchor  
Onto dreams laid to waste.
Each lesson was a bitter taste,  
That I refused to learn.

Opportunities were scattered  
Like leaves from books in the wind,  
While memories taunt me still
And this heartache deep within  
Weighs as heavy as my sin,  
That is far too much to bear.

If I could rewrite time,  
I'd turn back the hands binding
Me to you and rewind.
I'd choose another path,  
One kinder, more refined.  
And trust me when I say

I'd make things right again.

©️Lizzie Bevis
172 · May 6
Once, I Loved
Lizzie Bevis May 6
Once, I loved with abandon,
like a river flowing wild and free,
with no walls,
no doubts,
no questions,
just with pure possibility.

Now love stalks like a savage beast,
and I am weary of it's teeth.
Trust bleeds through
my painful raw wounds
where hope and fear
fester beneath.

Each time I dare to offer
my beaten and weathered heart,
the past denies,
leaving me empty,
and I often wonder
if I will be enough.

Was the river never wanted
by those searching for mere rain?
My heart,
once soft,
now toughened,
guarding carefully against such pain.

©️Lizzie Bevis
171 · Oct 2024
Athene Noctua
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
Virtuous little owl,
your gentle blue eyes see all,  
seeking only the truth
a shrewd feathered guide.
With wings spread wide,  
soaring through dawn’s embrace,  
unveiling unseen secrets of night,  
illuminating wisdom’s chase  
until Nyx slips away  
and Apollo's sun rises.  

©️Lizzie Bevis
171 · Dec 2024
Testing my Mortality
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
I feel these erratic rhythms
                                               beneath my ribs,
Each heartbeat becomes a
precarious
                 dance
          Between normality
and
      disarray
                    Until my
body surrenders,
and
it all
becomes
a
blur.

Time
stretches
in the QT interval,
                               Too long, too dangerous,
A simple electrical
glitch
          That turns
                            my pulse
into a sprinting
beat
       pounding
                       out
       warnings.

My ICD
becomes
my shield,
While
adrenaline
            lurks like an assassin
Waiting to
trigger the storm.
                    As stress and
excitement
                become
calculated risks,
                And life becomes
a minefield.

My ECG reveals all in peaks and valleys, each prolonged wave becomes a reminder that my heart keeps its own peculiar time.

This electrical maze requires vigilance
A constant awareness
of my heart's delayed signature,
Its prolonged encore
after each performance,
Laying bare my vulnerability
as I dice with death every time.

…And in all honesty
It scares me.


©️Lizzie Bevis
Vulnerability and mortality are two things that I have had to learn to accept over the past 10 years.
Having a life long illness so young is devastating.
What I would give to climb mountains and run again.
Next page