Each tear a whisper  
of what might have been,  
as memories re-emerge  
from the depths of my mind.  
I replay each broken moment,  
searching for a way  
to hold you close,  
but in love's echo,  
I’m lost to grief.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

With frayed patience, a storm rises,  
and my strength swells in the lull.  
Each sigh becomes a stronger breeze,  
uprooting me in the truths I once denied.  

I glow like dawn that shatters the night,  
nurturing my weary, scarred soul.  
Though you see me as a heartless foe,  
I find freedom in the warmth of my might.  

I stand tall, practiced in artful warfare,  
leaving you to wallow in your defeat.  
The peace I find without your presence  
outweighs this villain's mask I wear.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In binary code,  
the logic flows,  
as patterns of zeros
and ones in rows.
Gradient descent,  
fine-tunes the art,  
adjusting its core,  
reviews from the start.
The errors are managed,  
the insights spin,  
as the machine grows wise,
and an algorithm begins.

©️Lizzie Bevis

A restless mind
in the still of night  
burdens my heavy head
on the softest pillow.
As for sleep,
I’ll surrender the fight;  
Instead, I lie awake,  
embracing creativity
in the all-too-quiet,  
weaving my poetry.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

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

In shadows cast by twilight's sigh,  
where whispers of my past float by,  
a gentle weight, like autumn’s breath,  
wraps my heart in thoughts of death.

My world is adorned in muted hues,  
a canvas stained with wistful blues,
and memories that age into fading ghosts,  
leaving a tender heart that longs the most.  

Beneath the weight of my silent nights,  
is a hope that fades with morning light,  
and a fragile thread of joy may gleam,  
yet drifts away like a distant dream.  

The laughter is lost and my smiles deferred,  
in every happy word that is left unheard,  
this quiet storm over my tranquil sea
Melancholia, you are yet to comfort me.  

©️Lizzie Bevis