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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
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Home isn't always brick and mortar,
It's the way your eyes crinkle when you smile,
The familiar rhythm of your steady breathing,
And the space between your fingers
where I slide mine.

I see us,
Dancing in kitchens we are yet to build,
Smiling at happy moments still to come,
As our story engraves deeper
Into our laughter lines.

Fifty short years from now,
Is already written in the lines of our palms,
We will be thinning out silver-haired,
Still laughing and growing old,
Sitting by the fire in our armchairs
Side by side.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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 :)
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
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Their eyes ignite
With every word,
Each gesture met,
Each story heard.
They lean in close,
They catch each breath,
Captivated between
Each life and death.

Like sunflowers tracking
The morning light,
They watch and follow,
The characters plight.
No greater gift
Could the heavens send
Than souls who yearn
To comprehend.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Grains of sand sift through
The hourglass of timeless flow
As we journey on.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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