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Lizzie Bevis Jan 4
Frost etches patterns on windowpanes,
While winter’s chill travels down barren lanes.
Bare branches stretch against steel-grey skies,
As the morning mist slowly rises and dies.
The short days are wrapped in woolly light,
As long clear nights sparkle with crystals bright.
New dreams unfold like freshly turned pages,
While time moves on in gentle stages.
In places where the snow drifts deep,
As last year's memories quietly sleep.
Nature paints all with a silver brush
A world transformed into a peaceful hush.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
I'm on the edge,
I feel it start to fray,  
and a whisper of patience
is lost to disarray.  
With each passing second,
grows a mounting refrain  
and in this fractured calm
lingers a silent pain.
Like a tightrope of tension
my last nerve is stretched,
will it finally give way
or take the strain?

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Apr 1
Much like passing seasons,
mild crisp autumns
greet cold winters
as time silvered
her once auburn hair,
yet, within her caring gaze,
that cheerful spark
is often there.

Her hands once always busy,
are now gentle and thin,
her fingers have stiffened
but, they still harbour
strength deep within,
and in a way, it is sublime,
how they lifted, guided,
and carried me over time.

I look at her tiny frame,
as age mapped out the miles
of her life-long journey
around her knowing smile,
and kind eyes.
Some things never change,
like her wise
steely grey-blue eyes,
reminding me of the sky
when rain softly falls.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Feb 25
We built our friendship piece by piece,
with laughter and late-night talks,
but, I never thought we'd reach the day
when our shared path just...stopped.

I remember the good days and the bad,
a shoulder was always there to lean on,
I thought we'd be two crazy friends
growing up and still going strong.

I remember how we used to plan
our lives, growing old and grey.
It is funny how our future dreams
just sort of slipped away.

I've tried my best to fix the broken bits,
and to patch up what came undone,
but some things, once they've changed too much,
can't be joined back together as one.

And yes, it hurts like hell sometimes
to know we've drifted apart and stalled;
But, I wouldn't trade those memories,
not for anything at all.

So here's the truth, plain and simple,
as I let these words go free,
I hope you find what you've been chasing,
and that you are where you are meant to be.

I hope that your days are kind and gentle,
and that all of your dreams will come alive;
And although we're on different paths now,
I hope that you will still continue to thrive.

©️Lizzie Bevis
How bittersweet it is to drift away from old friends.
It will never be the same as it once was.
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
A phantom cast where living once dwelled,  
a figure moves under a tight-lipped spell,  
with eyes like stars,
yet veiled in the night,  
an enigma wrapped in soft twilight.  
They whisper in riddles
and breathe in your dreams,  
replaying a moment cracked at the seams,  
each smile is a puzzle,
each laugh a clue,  
leaving a labyrinth of thoughts
to mull over and review.  
As I wonder,
What lies hidden in their empty gaze
and what stories linger in their ethereal haze?  
It is a mystery unsolved,
a moment truly bizarre,  
as they offer a brief glimpse of what they are.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
There is a peaceful stability
found within this lake's
deep and pure tranquillity.
Where beauty mirrors truth
in waters calm and still.

All who gaze upon this peace
feel their troubles fade,
as beauty's soft reflection
creates a perfect recollection
of nature's gentle grace.

Like a songbird's melody,
wild, soft yet free,
life's burdens are lulled to sleep,
and my heart takes wing
in joyful flight with yours.

I rest, knowing
that we are blessed
with nature's sweet reprieve,
and our bond destined
to weather all of this together.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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.
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! 🥂
Lizzie Bevis Mar 15
No,
not every poem
needs to bloom
with romance
to make a heart grow
full and wise;
There is poetry
found in survival,
in unhappy endings
and goodbyes.
Not every poem
must woo the reader,
or make their yearning soar,
some poems taste
like bitter coffee grounds
and nothing much like love.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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
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
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
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
Happiness blooms are not ready-made,
But grow like seeds in the forest shade
Their stoic roots must deeper go,
Before younger shoots take root and grow.

When storm clouds gather, dark and stern,
Some spirits break, while others learn,
To dance between the lightning strikes,
Being courageous and flying kites.

The path ahead may twist and bend,
Through labyrinths that seem to never end.
Yet in our nature, a compass true
Points toward the light we journey to.

Through thorns and thickets, day by day,
We forge ahead and find our way.
Life's journey winds, like a river flows,
Through the clouds of deep valleys,
Onwards we go.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Feb 3
Share with me your hopes and dreams,
the greatest ones with wild schemes,
what lights that spark in your eyes and
what dims the glow when that spark dies?

Tell me what makes your heart ignite,
like a warming fire on dark cold nights,
what distant shores do you long to roam
and which path would lead you far from home?

What songs awaken your happy smile
and what keeps you busy for a while?
Tell me what triumphs fill your untold trials
and what you have witnessed over the miles.

Let me bask in your greatest joys,
and share in the moments life employs,
time moves fast as friendship grows
into something beautiful that only we know.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Wisdom spills like morning light
From youthful lips untouched by spite,
Pure and simple, crystal clear,
With virtue adults long to hear.

Why is the sky grey and blue?
Why is there a shadow over the moon?
Questions that we've long forgotten,
Wrapped in wonder, freshly gotten.

They see the world with untrained eyes,
No filters yet to cloud their skies,
No prejudice to dim their sight,
Just raw perception and pure delight.

In their logic, direct and true,
Lives the insight we once knew,
Before the world grew complicated,
Before our minds were educated.

So when curious children do speak,
Their random thoughts, pure and unique,
For in their words, both odd and sage,
Lies innocence that vanishes as we age.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
The eyes of this supernova  
infiltrate mine,  
with a mesmerising gaze
so strong, so warm,  
yet gentle, loving;  
passionate but patient,  
this love is intense.

Fervid emotions  
and blazing desires taunt me;  
within these flames,  
I awaken
raw and bright,  
comforting and alluring;  
sedulous yet playful,  
this feeling transcends.

No words can capture  
this rhythmic image  
as we slowly dance
through time and space
so bright, so powerful,  
yet insistent, calm;  
amorous but sincere,  
a heavenly fantasy.

In our merging ardor,  
amid sparks and stardust,  
as two stars collide
so fiery, so perfect,  
yet delicate, unrestrained.  
Gravity binds us,  
this explosive love pulls me  
endlessly into your embrace.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis May 22
Under my breath,
steam rises slowly
from a simmering wrath
that is about to blow.
And through clenched teeth
many quiet curses seep,
as false calm on the surface
is hard to keep
so, I bide my time,
yes, okay...
I'm fine...
I'm Fine.

But behind this mask
of polite restraint,
my frustration boils,
and my patience is faint.
I am a pressure cooker
set to burst,
as passive-aggressive
pleasantries
conceal the worst
until I am truly
overcooked.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I'm sure many of us have experienced a building frustration like this...
Lizzie Bevis Jan 12
Perhaps we are meant to be fragile beings,
our hearts are too delicate to hold
the weight of all the joy love brings,
when hearts unite with rings of gold,
when the beauty and shine
over time wear thin,
and our mortal bonds weaken
and grow dim.

But, they say that time can heal all wounds,
yet past scars remain, fresh and raw,
aching beneath the sun and moon,
breaking every persuasive law.
To love so deeply is nature's test:
The more we feel,
the more we stress.

Is this the price we have to pay
for moments of euphoria?
Each high must have its falling day,
and each bond have an exposure.
When love creates vengeful beggars
because, the other breaks a sacred vow
that was made together.

Like shards of glass inbedded in skin,
betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.
Each memory, a poison that taints within,
crushing a loyal heart until it breaks,
and the more it beats,
the more it bleeds;
A contradiction of the heart’s
wants and needs.

And, still we chase this precious curse,
A blessed disease and painful gift.
In love’s ravenous hunger and insatiable thirst,
our hearts will move on and heal the rift.
Though pain and love
walk hand in hand,
Through desire,
we grow and understand.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I've decided to go on a writing rampage and explore contradictive emotions.
It all started with processing grief and it got me thinking…lets see how this goes!

We probably fall in love many times in life and experience heartbreak more than once
but, why do we continue to fall in love when it has hurt us so much in the past?

Once bitten, twice shy obviously doesn't apply here!

Thanks for stopping by to read :)
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Grains of sand sift through
The hourglass of timeless flow
As we journey on.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis May 25
Shoulders back,
chin up high,
I'm trying to look normal,
but this ID tells a lie,
and it is making me look
like a criminal.

This photo is ideal
with a serial number
on a mugger's profile,
on a database all alone.
My identity is distilled to this:
a stranger with a face of stone.

The camera captured everything
except my personality,
my smile, my kind eyes
and what makes me, me.
As my face became a moment,
falsified for bureaucracy.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
How strange it is that I leave you behind,
Yet you remain the reason for every dream I chase.
You are a ghost who walks beside me,
Still alive in my memories and hopes.
Your presence echoes in yesterday's stories,
And shimmers in tomorrow's unmapped stars.
You are the footprints to where my heart has led,
And the distant lights glowing from afar.
Your past flows into my future,
To shape me into who I will become.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
In sunshine's glow,
we wear a smile,  
yet deep inside,
we feel the trial.
The weight of hope
can feel so grand,  
but woes can linger,
close at hand.
With every cheer,
loiters niggling doubt,  
can happiness withstand
what life is about?
To be the light,
yet fear the strain,  
When the bright facade
can crack and fray.
Beneath the mask,
a heart may strain,  
for constant joy  
can feel like pain.  

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
Charming photographs arranged proudly,
hung from walls and displayed to see.
These wonderful memories captured,
As moments encased in a fragile frame
preserving an image of immortality.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
The bonding forge of palm on palm
Breaks my shield, dissolves my calm;
Your hands trace earthquakes down my spine,
Awakening every nerve of mine.

You ignite my skin with a lightning flash,
Electric tremors pulse and pass,
Each fingertip becomes a molten brand
That sears desire across my land.

When lips meet, our worlds collapse
Passion fractures these synaptic maps;
Your embrace, a crushing tidal force,
Leaves my gravity without a course.

Magnetic fever pulls us close,
As currents crush and silence prose.
Each brush of skin sends shockwaves deep,
Where primal energy coils and leaps.

Heated fusion erodes the mantle,
Boundaries burn and souls entangle,
Your touch conquers my universe
Intent with the need to be immersed.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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
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
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
Fine china is pressed to my lips.
offering a moment of sweet bliss,
as soothing warmth envelopes me
and my troubles start to fade.

Slowly sipping my cup of tea,
I find all is as it should be,
and clarity slowly emerges
putting my mind at ease.

I enjoy this relaxing remedy,
in this comforting serenity,
with a smile and a sigh
I find Positivi-tea.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I feel English people may relate to this! 🙂🫖
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
Add a lot of dedication,
mix it with pure determination.
Pour in patience by the pound
and let persistence stir around.

Fold well with hard work's might,
work sufficiently and rest well at night.
Simmer with an open mind,
and leave all doubts and fears behind.

Let it cook with passion's flame,
until you've earned a respected name.
Season well with positivity,
and garnish with creativity.

Serve with grace and gratitude,
Topped with a winning attitude.
This recipe, when followed well,
Yields success, as time will tell.

Bon appétit!

©️Lizzie Bevis
Inspired by @VanitaVats poem Cooking (https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4909130/cooking/)
and @Liana’s Recipe for a poem (https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4909140/recipe-for-a-peom/)
Thank you and enjoy :)
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
Discouraged as worries creep,  
this woeful spirit starts to crumble,  
and a heavy heart quietly weeps.  
Time waits for no one; it slips away,  
like grains of hourglass sand.

Yet resilience whispers softly,  
“Take my hand.”  
Through tangled thoughts,
rooted sorrows and belief
We’ll find our way out of this.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Between the worlds
of dreams and reality,
lives the truth we
sometimes fail to see.

Beauty dwells
in both these parts
in dreamy hopes
and candid hearts.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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
Lizzie Bevis Feb 12
Your voice shapes my name
like a prism of light,
your laughter warms me
through my core.
Each part of you looks
so right to me,
and every second
makes me yearn for more.

You are the caress
of a warming breeze,  
your touch ignites
the sky above,
and in the quiet moments
we dare to dream,  
as two souls,
completely in love.

I bask in the gentleness
of your smile,
I treasure every part
of you I see
and though life's storms
may rage sometimes,
you'll always find
your sanctuary in me.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis May 21
Mapped out scars
on weathered skin,
like journaled stories
etched upon the surface.
Some stay hidden,
top secret,
for your eyes only
locked up deep within.
Each blemish a memorial
to battles fought,
lost and won,
as history was written
in flesh, blood, and bone.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I began writing this poem at 02:12 because I could not sleep.
Timmy the cat and his ****** mittens somehow inspired me to write this as I tend to a scratch I fell foul to when playing with Mr wiggles (a cat toy) yesterday.
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. 🙂
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
I wonder if our secrets are heard by the trees,
As dancing leaves gently drift to the ground.
Do they share our whispers with the ever-flowing breeze,
Carrying rumours in their soft, rustling sound?

Do sweet-sounding birds catch our secrets on the wind,
Composing their songs as they soar through the sky?
With melodies woven, do they sing what we conceal,
Recalling our secrets and whispers as they fly?

Does the rainfall collect our soft whispers in raindrops,
Telling all as they merge with the vast, rolling sea?
Does the lunar pull send them forth with the tide,
Sharing our secrets with stars that shine eternally?

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Feb 18
I am waiting
for the memories to fade,
like shadows in the night,
as even we could not last,
through the dark times
as you walked away.

Our hearts burned colder,
our thoughts went astray,
the rift grew wider,
until nothing remained,
but our weary souls
and tear stains.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Not all victories wear medals of gold,
Some hide in moments,
overlooked and untold.
They were found in a deep sigh,
In a smile and through tears,
when days were long,
when you wished for hope
and a will to be strong.

With each sunrise met
when rest felt incomplete,
and with each foul day weathered,
with heavy feet.
These too are triumphs,
written into each trial,
between survival and each mile.

When you carried on when it felt too much,
found peace in chaos, with a patient touch.
Building castles from the ruins of your plans,
and held faith like water
cupped in trembling hands.

Count the small victories, every single one,
each battle fought and silently won.
For perseverance begins with each try,
and strength lives within
the desire to thrive.

This year that's passing,
Has been harsh and kind,
And left its markings on your mind.
Yet here you stand, still breathing deeply,
With hope your heart has learned to keep.
In a quiet victory, that is yours to hold
Worth more than any medal of gold.

©️Lizzie Bevis
For me, personally 2024 has been shocking, it certainly hasn't been without its challenges, but I am here and I am hoping that 2025 will be much better.
Lizzie Bevis Jan 30
Up through the ground,
kissed by the frost,
a tender bloom seeks
a light long lost,
with some gentle force
and quiet power,
hope emerges on the green
as a snowdrop flower.

But, if such a small
and fragile thing
can pierce the frost
to greet early spring,
then why can't we,
like a snowdrop stay,
to wake and rise
on a cold January day?

Our strength must lay
dormant within,
beneath the cold joints
that make us wince,
so, we must try to learn
to trust and be seen,
like the gentle snowdrops
growing on the green.

©️Lizzie Bevis
It is a sunny but cold day today, it is all to easy to want to stay in bed.
I must get up, like these snowdrops.
They are so pretty too.
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
In the emptiness of this moment,
I am witness to an avalanche.
My world, once solid
Is now water running through
My desperate fingers.

They say time stops in freefall,
but this isn't stopping;
This is stretching,
Like toffee pulled to its limits
Until the strands give and snap.

I stand so very still,
Like a statue carved
From all of this numbness,
Watching pieces of myself
Scatter like startled pigeons.

The sound.
Oh, the sound.
It is not in the breaking of,
But in its absence;
With so many conversations
That we'll never start or finish.

As empty rooms
Greet me with silence,
And dust motes float
Through spaces where
Our dreams once lived.

And all the while,
This acceptance
wraps around me like smoke,
And I know.
Oh, how I know,
That this is how change begins.

Not with wings,
But with the death
Of everything
That was once
So familiar.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
You think that I do not notice
stars in clear dark skies,
or that absent sparkle in your eyes
and the stillness of it all;
As I lay here silently all night
wondering what might be wrong
and how I can make it right?

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
There is a Kojack  
holding a Kodak  
down Ferry Lane.
Smile for the camera!

The driver tries with their all,  
to brake but their bravado falls.
The camera flash initiates
detaining a parade of number plates,
in a spectacle of haste,  
each capturing a moment
of transient taste.

Their reward -
a pricey speeding fine
as they cross the finish line.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
Under a starry night, our fateful hearts meet,
and for what we call a rose, we know,  
by any other words would smell as sweet,  
yet love, like blooms, can flourish and grow.  

Parting is such sweet sorrow, I concede
and in the ache, our hearts grow ‘ever bold;  
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,  
my love is deep; The more I give, tenfold.  

Let us adore what we hold so dear,  
and not waste love on those who do not see,  
for every kiss, a promise lingers near,  
when you kiss by the book, with perfect harmony.  

And in every whispered word, our union is divine,  
as our tragic lips meet and our fates align.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Inspired by the work of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
I cradle your worries,
your burdens I share,  
yet I carry my own,
a weight hard to bear.
Each word that I offer,
a balm for your pain,  
while I swallow my tears
like a soft summer rain.

With every embrace,
I hide what I feel,  
for the hardest of battles
I fight to conceal.
So if you could see me,
just for a while,  
you’d find in my sorrow
the strength in my smile.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Jul 13
The black fabric clings  
to my dampened skin  
in this oppressive heat,
while the sun beats down,
indifferent to my grief,  
making my loss heavier to bear.

I wear this darkness  
on the outside now,  
while the emptiness of loss  
ironically thrives within.  
How strange it is that colours speak  
what words I dare not say.

Black is not just a colour,  
but the weight of something lost,  
the saddest shade, absent of light,  
offering no relief in return, 
as I long for cooling breezes
that I cannot feel.

In this attire of sorrow,  
I walk through sunny days  
as a contradiction,  
I am a gloomy shade  
amidst summer's lively scenes,  
wearing my grief on my sleeve.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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.
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
I showed you my fractures,
You mapped my vulnerabilities
And instead of healing hands,
You chose to weaken me.

You fed on my collapse
Like a demon drinking pain,
Reading my fears like a scripture,
Playing god with my ruins.

I tried to be your fortress
While you dismantled my walls,
Brick by savage brick,
Until only dust remained.

Now in this hollow aftermath,
You twist the narrative;
I was too distant, too broken.
I became the architect of my fall.

You'll weave your golden lies,
The world will nod and believe.
But these silent scars speak the truth,
As you left a wreckage deep within.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
With every step,  
hold me close,  
as desire lights
our intense fire.
My beating heart  
will seek and find,  
your leading soul,  
body and mind.  

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
In a quiet room
where muses play,  
words weave together,
throughout the day.  
With ink as a river,
thoughts flow and engage,  
each stanza a spark
igniting the page.  
Rhythms and rhymes
dance freely in the mind,  
as a canvas of feelings
creatively applied.  

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
In this world, I find myself alone,
surrounded by a chaos of troubles,
including my own
and you expect me to stand strong
as everything crumbles,
because you want me to help you atone?

I am a dancing light through the darkness
for many, it seems, through their stress.
My heart grows weary,
yet I remain humble,
as you plead for me to protect.

Through all of your worries and woes,
I stand with you, and I oppose;
But when all is resolved,
I'm left to struggle
as life deals me blow after blow.

Why is life so ominously wicked
to those who are giving and committed? Through it all,
my priorities are juggled
and from my time you greatly benefit.

But these questions keep manifesting
in my mind:
Why do I care so much,
and why am I so kind?
Why must I carry everyone's burdens
when they do not feel inclined?

©️Lizzie Bevis
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