Lizzie Bevis

Lizzie Bevis 1h

Graphic poem*

It is late as I wait for you
to walk through the door.
I am a temptress,
dressed to impress.
My hair flows
in gentle golden waves,
as I dare to lay here
anticipating his reaction
in all my vulnerable beauty,
My bared porcelain skin
kissed by black lace and bows.

I smile as my eyes meet his,
the spark, too hot to ignore.
I see my ravenous conquest.
Tearing at his clothing,
My fingers dragging over
his skin so warm,
bearing his masculinity
he draws near
aroused by my alluring distraction.

Undeniable his passionate duty.
Explosions begin
provoked by desire
and eagerly exposed.
I want to cry out,
there is no taming his flame.
I am blown away by his divinity.
I beg and I plead,
but he takes his time
devouring every inch
of my femininity.

Rhythmic euphoria
consumes my senses
whilst dancing between linen
he takes control.
We two lovers entwined
in this game of seduction
and a never ending desire
to scream his name.

Lizzie Bevis

#18

Lizzie Bevis 1h

Cupid

Oh sweet Cupid,
with wings so light,
he found me alone,
lost in thought's plight.
My musings were clear,
and in playful sway,
He aimed with a grin,
then took aim to play.

That arrow flew swift,
its aim was true,
and with a single, strike,
my heart he pierced through.
He stole my breath gently,
in love's sweet embrace,
In that moment, I fell,
lost to passion's grace.

Now my heart sings,
it beats a new tune
and...
       I have
             fallen
                 head
                        over
                              heals
                                    In love
                                            with
                                                   you.❤

Lizzie Bevis

Lizzie Bevis 1h

Know you better

Tell me about the dreams
that brightened your days
and the vibrant colours
that met your contented gaze;
Share moments of reflection
that linger and sway,
casting shadows of thought
that refuse to decay.

Take me there with you,
I beg, never to part,
as I crave the broken fragments
tucked deep inside your heart,
hidden away and locked up tight,
I long to explore
what is concealed from sight.

You hold my attention
with a courage so bold,
As you share tales of joy,
and of sorrows untold.
I’ll sit here in silence,
my heart open wide,
ready to hear every truth
you bravely confide.

Please lead me on journeys
to the places before,
to feel unfamiliar ground,
then to new heights we’ll explore.
Over mountains and hills,
and up through the clouds,
let me weather your past,
So I may understand you,
and know you better at last.

Lizzie Bevis

Lizzie Bevis 4h

Lovesick

As the night comes,
you slowly sneak in,
stealing not only my dreams,
but also my sleep.
Yet in daylight,
I can't escape;
you capture my thoughts
torturing me,
beautifully bittersweet.

In fact, the daytime is worse;
you take my appetite and thirst.
I should have noticed
from the very start,
when you traded my steady pulse
for a racing heart.
You've kidnapped my mind,
and possessed my soul;
if I let you, my love,
you'd swallow me whole.

Yet, I can't blame you
for this ‘grief’ called love;
you have no idea
that you are a lovely thief!
You've stolen my heart
and my reason, too;
I'm lovesick,
I’m pining
forever thinking about you.

Lizzie Bevis

Lizzie Bevis 7h

Dear Future Lizzie

Dear Lizzie,
I wish I knew then,
what I know now
before I married him
and made those vows.

I think about the past
every day and night,
and I try to stay focused
and do what is right.
But, I can’t discard
the unpleasant memories of him.
I thought that with time
they would dissipate,
but much to my chagrin
they linger and stay with me
and I try to forgive him, but I cannot.
Those memories still haunt me,
but he all too easily forgot.

With relief,
I battled and our marriage ended
but I still despise him for pretending,
Our children suffered
because he made our lives miserable
and he tore mine apart.
We were all left hurting
and he completely broke our hearts.

But Lizzie,
Never forget how strong you are,
like a phoenix from the ashes you arose, burning brightly like a star.
I know you won’t feel the same as I do now,
and you do not deserve
to feel ashamed orblamed
for your desire to flee to safety
with your family.

After all,
Life is for living
and you are not a dead weight,
I guess the past has taught us lessons
and that this is was just my fate.

Years have gone by since then
and I am still healing,
I must accept that the past
will never go away, but at times I cry
when I look at my children
because inside I am still reeling.

Breathe,
Try to focus on the future
and your children, and be the mother
who will be remembered with pride.
Lizzie, you kept them safe
and hidden from harm,
away from his torment and snide.
You deserve love
and you will conform with your values,
and I promise you
You will be happy again someday
You will be loved again
You will all be happy.

So, remember,
when it is raining
and the defiant sun shines,
there will always be rainbows
to brighten your day.

You are so brave.
Lizzie Bevis x

Life was not easy in the past,
I found this amongst my notes and writing, I read it and I cried…
I thought long and hard about sharing this,
but it is a part of me and my creativity.
I am thankful that I took the time to remind myself then that I am strong and brave, because sometimes I forget that I am.

Thank you for reading.

Lizzie Bevis 7h

Out of this World

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 7h

Poets are Artists

Poets are just artists
with so much to say,
we are quite happy
to spend hours writing
throughout our days.

Emotion is our fuel for thought,
along with love and hate,
our distant memories
and ideas are scribbled down,
as they wait to be woven into beautiful words to which we will invigorate.

To carefully plan and create
something new,
from something old
and make something meaningful
from the words that we mold.

Broken at times we may also be
and taking the time to write
gives a much needed release.
Being healed by using words
brings a feeling so new and complete.

But, sometimes,
I want to be feel broken
so I may rekindle
lost feelings that hurt me,
reminisce about lost romance,
to mend my shattered heart
and relive the pain
that once tore me apart.

This page is my canvas,
the words are my picture to paint
a view within your mind.
I can cause you to sink into my scene,
as I tell you a story about where I have been.

To tell you how joy filled my heart
when he came into my life,
and how everything was wonderful
and being by his side felt so right.
Remembering how the leaves
on the trees were green that day
and how beautiful the sky is blue
How the stars shimmer
in the clear night sky
and how the sunset kisses the land
each day anew.

But, how many times
did he break my heart
and heal it time and time again?
and then I’ll show you how
I eventually turned everything around
and then gave my life it's dues.

You see, we poets are just like artists
our passion is just with words,
I would write and use my blood
to paint the sunsets
and draw lovehearts if I could.

I would carve and create
masterpieces with the hurt
that was left behind
Just to bring life to a poem or story
being written within my lifetime.

Lizzie Bevis