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6d · 137
Scent-sational
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. 🙂
Mar 16 · 212
Lazy Morning
Lizzie Bevis Mar 16
My warm blanket feels so blissful,
the morning sun
offers a cruel betrayal,
I know that reality's
cold fingers will crawl
with monotonous detail.
My soft pillows are so comfy,
and time will slip by anyway,
the world outside
can wait its turn
as I delay waking up today.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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
Mar 14 · 145
Ready Me for Battle
Lizzie Bevis Mar 14
Steel my heart
with nimble skill,
and sharpen my mind
with a warrior's will.
Let my courage flow
through my ****** veins,
as storms will come,
but I'll break their reign.
My battle cry will shatter
foes at dawn,
and they will break,
but, I will never bend,
as I fight valiantly
until the end.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Mar 14 · 109
Poets at War
Lizzie Bevis Mar 14
We used to exchange
beautiful poetic words,
but quills are now daggers,
intended to wound,
and slice each other through.

I witness comment threads
becoming bloodied battlefields
of hate and degrading spite,
where poets wage war
over who is in the right.

Tearing down metaphors,
crushing the spirit,
slashing at rhymes,
becoming belittling critics,
between the smashed lines.

Welcome to the reality
and the destruction
of our own kind,
which leaves poetry
and its purpose far behind.

Has this become a poet's curse,
waging war on each other
with hurtful words?
Will this finally all end
with the assasination of verse.

©️Lizzie Bevis
It has been a pleasure to share my work with you, but I can see that things are changing and not in a good way. It is sad to see.
Mar 14 · 103
March Musings
Lizzie Bevis Mar 14
Each morning grows a little longer,
with the courage of sleepy animals
waking up from their rest,
as March begins to
rouse nature awake
and everything once dormant
is now about to bloom.

The Snowdrops bow in peaceful prayer
like tiny prophets dressed in white,
offering a blessed hope
of a brighter tomorrow.
We begin to trust in growth,
and in the sure promise
of new buds unfurling
into cheerful green leaves.

Even the rain falls differently,
like a pattering rhythm,
unlike the sodden grey downpour
of a cold day in mourning.
The Sun begins to smile upon puddles
and changes them into
mirrors revealing
the cloudy bluing sky.

The air softens,
and the chill no longer bites
instead, it carries a fresh
breeze of new life
and so many possibilities.
March will bring something
so very beautiful,
and I cannot wait
to feel alive again.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Optimistically, I am happy to greet this new month with positive thoughts.
The only thing that makes me grumpy about March is the daylight saving when the clocks go forward and we loose an hour in bed on British Mothering Sunday of all days, but I think that I still deserve an extra hour in bed.

Bring on the Spring!! 🙂
Mar 13 · 1.5k
Am I Sleeping?
Lizzie Bevis Mar 13
Between steady breaths,
I float away in peaceful sleep
although, I am not quite here
and I am not quite gone.
My slumber becomes a nightly rehearsal
for when the final curtain falls
only without strings attached,
as I flirt with oblivion
and keep my options open.

Each night I ghost the otherworld,
leaving my body wrapped in a duvet
as I run away with my dreams
and return before dawn breaks.
I have become death's friend
as I surrender to the darkness
without agreeing to forever,
as I experience my temporary death
with daily resurrection rights.

We share in the nothingness,
as my consciousness is on pause.
Tonight I'll die again,
and tomorrow I'll return.
It is the perfect arrangement
with death who waits patiently, understanding that I'm not quite ready
for anything so permanent yet.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Mar 12 · 146
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
Feb 25 · 209
My Once a Friend
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.
Feb 25 · 142
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.
Feb 24 · 116
Love at First Sight
Lizzie Bevis Feb 24
The stars in your eyes  
make me believe  
in the sweet moments
that I long to drift into
every time we meet.

Your gentle smile  
lights up my day  
much like how the sunrise
greets the morning sky
to kiss the dew-soaked grass.

And how I wish for you
to hold my heart  
in those tender hands  
as we spend our hours
together and always.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I've been watching far too many period dramas in my free time and I got swept away in it all.
Feb 23 · 308
Freedom
Lizzie Bevis Feb 23
With one steady foot
in front of the other,
a smile across my face,
I open the door wide open,
sunlight fills the cloudy sky,
and the wind knows no restraint.

My heart beats to its song
and life seems clear and bright,
as I embrace my freedom
taking in sights around me,
and I thank God for my chance
to live and breathe again.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I'm out! I'm free!
I'm so grateful to the NHS and the Cardiac staff at LCH on the Johnson ward for taking such good care of me. I've been sent home with medication and I fear that I'm probably going to turn into a maraca!

I am happy to have my own bed back.
I think that i is time to slow down and take it easy, I only have one life and I've been very lucky...I should have been a cat.

I've got lots of reading to do, you lovely folks have been busy writing in my convalescence.

It's good to be back 🙂
Lizzie Bevis Feb 19
So here I am,
all wired up
and feeling weird,
but, it is not quite
as scary as I had feared.
I am just chilling out
here in my hospital bed,
with staff checking
periodically
that I'm not dead.

My gown has got gaps
where gaps shouldn't be,
revealing parts of my body
that folks shouldn't see!
The cardiac ward
is not my choice
of a holiday home
and not the vacation
that I wished to go on.

Yesterday afternoon
the consultant
did their walk,
visited and spoke
in medical talk,
but, I just nodded
and agreed, although
Myocardial Regurgitation
completely baffled me!

(Thank the lord for Google!)

Sadly I have
to pay to watch TV,
but hey,
at least the WiFi is free.
The nurses are awesome,
they check my stats
and bring cups of tea,
and someone else
is cooking my meals for me.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I have had a bit of a wobble folks,
I am feeling a little worse for wear right now, but I am behaving, resting and recovering.

Apologies if I become quiet over the next few days.
Feb 18 · 134
Anonymous
Lizzie Bevis Feb 18
Here between keystrokes,
I exist as thoughts
immersed,
with no face to trace,
no voice to echo,
just words scattered
in poetic verse.

I am me in data,
timestamps
and IP trails,
I am the ghost
inside the machine,
The blank space
and filler of forms.

How strange
it is to be someone
and no one at all,
to be a thousand
possible lives
behind a secretive wall.

This is where freedom
tastes like deletion,
like footprints
washed away by rain,
in this vast binary ocean,
I am both infinite
and contained.

Perhaps,
I am most real
when I am least known,
as a mysterious presence
in a world
of ones and zeros.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Feb 18 · 229
Should I Miss You?
Lizzie Bevis Feb 18
I am waiting
for the memories to fade,
like shadows in twilight,
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,
only our weary souls
and tear stains.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Feb 17 · 192
I'm Not Winning This War
Lizzie Bevis Feb 17
I remember
when chased butterflies
proudly flew their colours
and grass-stained knees
were medals of honour.

With Mother's lipstick on my face
smeared like war paint
meant for a warrior,
not for the war
that ageing would become.

The weight of survival
sits heavy with me now,
where feathers of ignorance
once floated weightless in the air
like innocent childhood fun.

I didn't know back then
that shadows belonged
when moving with the sun,
or that time was anything
but an endless summer.

Tell me, when did puddles
become mirrors,
instead of being
wellyboot splashed
into imaginary worlds?

©️Lizzie Bevis
I wish that I could turn back time and relive my youth all over again. I didn't ache as much back then.
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 ❤️
Feb 13 · 205
Windswept
Lizzie Bevis Feb 13
Windswept on this walk
my hair waves towards the sky,
and blonde ribbons flow,
finding freedom in soft gusts
as the breeze teases through strands.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Feb 12 · 196
My Fix
Lizzie Bevis Feb 12
Your fingerprints linger
on my coffee cup,
while the swirling latte foam
soothes me with each sip,
reminding me how much
you hold my mornings
together.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Coffee is life
Especially in the morning
Feb 12 · 310
Sanctuary
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
Feb 11 · 115
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.
Feb 10 · 216
Curiosity
Lizzie Bevis Feb 10
Each moment carries hidden plans,
where potential lies beneath,
and courage finds uncharted lands,
with steady steps and cautious feet.

Shadows dwell where the light retreats,
and brave souls remain vigilant,
as destiny and fortune meet
while fate unwinds it's masterplan.

Through the passing of endless time,
navigating the winds of change,
fueling the inquisitive mind
as blood pumps tirelessly through veins.

The risks taken on this journey,
where mystery meets certainty's shore,
we find our paths by curious light,
as we find what we were searching for.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Curiosity doesn't just **** the cat...
Feb 9 · 147
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
Feb 6 · 239
My Timmy Terror
Lizzie Bevis Feb 6
When first I met my cat, Timmy,
he was all whiskers and purrs,
a lovely soft kitty;
So, I brought him home
without a clue
of what my "precious"
little kitten would do.

He has a scratching post
and toys galore,
I fed him, I played
and I brushed his fur.
Yet somehow this
was his gratitude;
My sofa was shredded
and my cushions were chewed.

The cushions sported
a modern flair
Of hanging threads
pulled everywhere,
and the armrests
bore his signature,  
a tattered masterpiece
made by this furry inciter.

He sat there
all regal and proud,
surrounded by stuffing
pillowed like clouds,
He gave me a look
sat amongst debris
As if to say,
"Oh, it wasn't me!"

Oh, foolish me!
I should have known
when bringing this
cute little kitty home,
that cats don't grasp
the word "expense"
they lure us in
under false pretence.

Yet, still I love Timmy
and all his flaws,
but, he shall now
endure monthly manicures;
and although my furniture
has seen better days,
it really did need
updating anyway.

©️Lizzie Bevis
You see that cat in the photo, yes?!
Meet Timmy, but don't let his cuteness deceive you!
Feb 4 · 956
Are We There Yet?
Lizzie Bevis Feb 4
Mile after mile,
the roads unwind,
and I'm squashed in the back,
in between my siblings' behinds,
while Dad croons to oldies,
off-key and loud,
Mum traces the map,
with her head bowed.

I count the trees,
it is a quiet game,
while my brother sleeps,
my sister is tamed.
A petrol station stop
breaks the drive,
the numbers roll up,
as Dad's wallet
barely survives.

Dad fills the tank,
and Mum's stern glance falls
on the mounting cost
that widen her eyeballs.
Dad settles up
and quickly returns
with snacks that are shared,
with momentary peace,
which is soon impaired.

"Stop touching me!"
my sister cries,
as my brother grins
with mischievous eyes
and I, caught in the middle
attempt to mediate,
"Look, a cow!"
in a desperate escape.

Soon after trying
to tame the urge,
our bladders expand
fit to burst,
as bathroom plea's cry out
with a desperate will
our three voices rising
loud and shrill.

The Ross-on-Wye's sign
comes into view,
as my fingers twist
through my hair now askew.
We turn onto Junction 24,
and I look around everywhere,
my excitement building
beyond compare.

Aunty Bee's wedding day
waits ahead,
and I shamelessly have crumbs
all over my dress.
This is quickly followed
by Mum's horrified look,
as Dad pulls the car aside,
as we tumble out of the back
with smiles big and wide.

Mum brushes crumbs
from our smart attire,
and tames my hair
with her maternal fire.
My brother and Dad
turn as their eyes meet
and with perfect timing,
he asks "Are we there yet?"

Dad rolls his eyes and sighs
"Just 30 more minutes son."
I think our Dad will be glad
when this journey is done.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I was thinking back to the day my Aunty Bee got married, I was 11 years old and the journey from Lincoln to Ross-on-Wye was so long.
I'm amazed that my parents didn't leave us behind!
Feb 3 · 251
Our Connection
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
Feb 2 · 261
February Musings
Lizzie Bevis Feb 2
Grey clouds drift like rousing thoughts,
between winter's long exhale
and spring's first breath,
as frost melts in patches,
revealing a grass blanket beneath.

Robins flash their defiant redbreasts
against the monochrome mornings,
singing and brightening each day
with their jovial song;
While bare trees stretch
their waking branches
out towards the pewter skies.

The short month lingers
like a lover's daydream,
as each day becomes a slow dance between
the chills retreat and the sun's advance,
as the daylight stretches its golden rays
a little further into the evening.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Feb 2
I lie in bed, awake and watching  
the dark night sky stretched wide,  
as stars like diamonds catch my eye.  
The hours pass in a gentle drift  
until dawn begins its colourful shift,  
as sunlight breaches the eastern rim,
it's fiery orange rays reach out and skim
and the warmth bleeds out across the dark,  
as I watch the sunrise paint its arc.  
Then the morning mist creeps in all grey,  
and clouds roll in on winds of change,
cooling the sky and dulling the blaze,  
as daylight arrives in a steely blue haze.

©️Lizzie Bevis
It is somewhat sad to see the sunrise cool with a dismal grey-looking sky.
It was a beautiful sunrise though.
Feb 1 · 207
Hide & Seek
Lizzie Bevis Feb 1
I peep behind the horse chestnut tree
as you run far and wide,
and I begin to count to twenty-five.
1 banana, 2 banana, 3 banana...
Ready or not, here I come!

Are you hiding over there?
I begin to search high and low
wondering where did you go?
Then I hear your stiffled giggle
Ah, I found you and my smile is wide;
Now its my turn to run and hide.

We giggle and run down the garden
and you begin to count behind the tree
1 banana, 2 banana, 3...
I run towards the garden shed
to the side of the house,
as I attempt to be as quiet as a mouse.

I crawl behind the compost bin
and crouch behind the reeled up hose
but, then I hear your footsteps begining to get closer.
So, I hold my breath a little
and I try and keep myself steady...
Oh **** it, how did you find me already?!

©️Lizzie Bevis
This poem was inspired by the children playing hide and seek in the orchard today.
Ah, I remember those days when life was just fun and games!
Jan 30 · 152
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 :)
Jan 30 · 1.0k
Snowdrops on the Green
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.
Jan 29 · 177
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
Jan 27 · 166
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
Jan 20 · 176
Love Hurts
Lizzie Bevis Jan 20
The ache of loving you remains
like a slow pulse dragging through my veins,
and each morning begins with a memory,
after dreaming of what could never be.
I've laid awake through the longest nights
hoping that wishing stars would make things right.

But, I now see with clearer eyes
that this love burns in an agonising sacrifice.
These hopes depart with my stinging tears,
that burn with hurt and then disappear,
and although a part of me will love you still,
I wanted to swallow this unhappy pill.
Just remember me as one who chose
to save herself by letting you go.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Jan 16 · 374
Burn me Down
Lizzie Bevis Jan 16
When my imagination ignites a wildfire,
you commit my words to the pyre,
but, with every smouldering ember
my vision grows;
Breaking the boundaries
that you imposed,
and within the remnants of my creation,
I openly disregard your blatant damnation.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Jan 13 · 144
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
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 Jan 11
I can't believe that you have gone.

This isn't real, it’s a ruse, it's a trick,  
your absence lingers like dawn's mist,  
but with the sunrise it will surely lift.
My phone will ring, the door is unlocked,  
and I’ll keep your dinner warm
as I wait for you to come home.

Why the hell did you have to die?!  
My fists press hard against the wall,  
and I clench my teeth until my jaw hurts,
as tears roll down cheeks flushed with anger.
I curse God, time, space, fate,  
and everything that took you away.

I was never much of a haggler,
but, I’ll trade all of my tomorrows for yesterday,
and I’ll find a way to save you
and cherish every moment with you.
Please, rewind the clock, I pray;
Even if it is just for one more day.

Gloominess penetrates my worn-out bones,
as lead weights burden my heavy steps.  
My breath feels too heavy to carry,  
and these memories are too painful to hold.
I sink, I drown, I gasp for air,
and I fade into the depths of despair.

But, after a while, life is not so hard,
I watch the sunrise, as a new dawn begins,  
and your memory no longer hurts to recall,
instead, it warms my heart like a gentle hug.  
I smile because you lived and you were loved;
And somehow, I can accept that this is
more than enough.

Please, now go and rest in peace.

©️Lizzie Bevis
The five basic stages of Grief - denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance
Lizzie Bevis Jan 11
Dogs who are so loyal and giving,
deserve no less than this;
As they depart for heaven's gate,  
with a final good dog fuss  
and a tearful, loving kiss.

Holding tightly to their paw,  
till their eyes softly close,  
while their gentle, peaceful spirit soars,  
but, continues living within  
that broken heart of yours.

This is where their pain ends,  
and where your sorrow begins.  
Yet, they will be looking down
from the beautiful stars  
over the rainbow bridge.

We know that all good dogs go to heaven,  
to realms beyond this earthly plane,  
to a paradise where they run free,  
in a land of boundless joy,  
where fusses and play never end.

But, good dogs will never forget you,
they will be waiting so patiently,  
for that wonderful moment
when you will join them,  
and call out their name.

They'll come running so quickly,
their tail wagging incredibly fast
as they eagerly lick your face,
overjoyed to be reunited
with their forever friend at last.

©️Lizzie Bevis

For Jess 28/01/2014 - 11/01/2025
Thank you for all of the cuddles you gave me, when I looked after you when your mummy and daddy were at work.

I’m going to miss you Jessica Wabbit
Lord, she's not even my dog but I'm a blubbering wreck.
Jan 10 · 471
For The Love of Dogs
Lizzie Bevis Jan 10
Their hearts beat with ours,
keeping time with wagging tails,
never asking for anything more
than care and love,
then return it tenfold
with a gentle warmth
to mend our broken days.
Dogs teach us to live life fully,
they make our days so much better
just by being our spirited
and faithful friends,
which breaks us so deeply
at the very end.

©️Lizzie Bevis
For my lovely neighbours Chris and Carol.
Their beautiful 14 year old Golden Retriever Jess is sadly deteriorating and the vet is visiting them tomorrow to send Jess over the rainbow bridge.

The hardest part is always saying goodbye.
You were always a good girl Jess and you'll be missed so much. 😢🐕🪽🌈
Lizzie Bevis Jan 9
Sitting here in this cheerful café,
I watch the steam rise from my cup,
and I stir some sugar into my tea
as shared laughter drifts upwards.

A delicious lemon drizzle cake
sits in the centre of the table,
much like a sweet, sticky offering
to the joys of friendship, good company
and fond memories.

We sit here chatting away
as if no time has passed between us,
the conversation flows like honey,
as stories and smiles spill across the table
along with stray cake crumbs.

Time seems irrelevant
as tea leaves unfurl,
seeping in the teapot
as our hearts open just as gently.

Our voices blend like the perfect brew
strong and sweet,
warm and familiar
filling emptiness with belonging.

The afternoon daylight streams
through the large windows,
warming our eyes and faces
in this moment we created.

Perfect in its simplicity,
rich as lemon drizzle cake
and as enduring as friendship.

©️Lizzie Bevis
A cup of tea and a slice of lemon drizzle cake with friends always makes everything seem so much better.
Jan 8 · 389
Another Dismal Day
Lizzie Bevis Jan 8
Grey clouds burst from leaden skies,
While puddles mirror my heavy eyes,
The thrumming droplets on window panes
Echo the throbbing of my aches and pains.

Lifeless streets shine, although grim and wet,
While every puddle swells with regret,
As wind blows through the scraggy bare trees,
Howling and wailing into the breeze.

I stand in shop doorways to keep dry
As rain continues to fall from the sky,
Like tears that stain the sullen ground,
And my hope dissipates without a sound.

I look around and I know
That it will be another dismal day.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I'm very English…I complain about the weather, just poetically!
Jan 7 · 213
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
Jan 6 · 225
Drowning in Whiskey
Lizzie Bevis Jan 6
The bottle, your loyal companion,
Numbing your pain and fuelling your vice,
Dragging you deeper into the abyss,
Evading the value of your precious life.

Each warm sip, a false promise of solace,
Betraying your heart and ravaging your mind,
Shackled by the chains of hard addiction,
You become a prisoner to demons unkind.

The cheer of old times fades to silence,
As the light in your eyes slowly dies,
Unsteady with no anchor to ground you,
Treading a sea of lonely, unsettled demise.

You tell me you want to break free,
To see the world through sober eyes,
But the waves keep pulling you under,
As you drown in whiskey's tragic goodbye.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Jan 6 · 124
Tea and Troubles
Lizzie Bevis Jan 6
Please do not teach grandmother
how to **** eggs, you see,
Your attitude is not her cup of tea!
It's brass monkeys outside
and I'm frozen to bits,
For crying out loud, now that is it!

"Keep your hair on!"
my brother did shout,
My knickers got twisted
as I paced about.
Everything was quite tickety-boo,
Until that old chestnut
came out of the blue!

"Oh my giddy aunt!"
I fell to my knees and cried,
The spanner was thrown,
as my plans went awry.
But when Bob's your uncle,
it will all work out fine,
With a piece of cake,
It will be sorted in no time!

I said "Put a sock in it!"
to all of the noise,
While listening the boys
argue over their toys.
Then off I went,
with a sigh and a jog,
To go and see a man about a dog.

©️Lizzie Bevis
This is a playful poem that weaves together a few British idioms and colloquialisms, creating a fun narrative about dealing with daily frustrations in a somewhat British way.

For help understanding their meanings please take a look at this page: https://www.oxfordinternationalenglish.com/dictionary-of-british-slang/
Jan 5 · 140
A little Bird Told Me
Lizzie Bevis Jan 5
In rooms where private thoughts take flight,
behind closed doors, in the quiet of night,
remember well this British tale,
that the air has ears that often sail.

Each muttered affliction, each resentful sigh,
may find its wings and touch the sky.
For secrets kept in mortal *******
build nests with beaks that know no rest.

These walls have feathered spies,
and flocks of lookouts in disguise.
Your words, once freed from anger's fire,
may flutter back to stir their ire.

So hold your tongue and guard your thoughts,
nature's lure intends that you get caught,
and the smallest sparrow on the breeze
may carry tales across the seas.

What is spoken in your solitude
will echo in the multitude.
Remember, that birds have ears and eyes,
and are eager to share all across the skies.

©️Lizzie Bevis
A poem inspired by the British Idiom - A little bird told me.
This carries the meaning of receiving information from a secret informant, in this case a bird.
The root source is thought to be from the Bible, Ecclesiastes 10-20:
“Do not revile the king even in your thoughts, or curse the rich in your bedroom, because a bird in the sky may carry your words, and a bird on the wing may report what you say.”
Jan 4 · 176
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
Lizzie Bevis Jan 4
Some doors are meant to stay unopened,
Some questions left silent in the air,
Some chapters end without conclusion,
Some paths often lead to nowhere.

Not every story needs an ending,
Not every wound needs words to heal,
Not every heart requires mending,
Not every truth needs a big reveal.

There's wisdom in quietly leaving,
There’s grace in letting mysteries be,
There’s peace in simply believing
That what must flow will find the sea.

So loosen your grip on expectations,
Release the need to understand,
Accept the silent explanations,
Because it is not a part of your plan.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Jan 4 · 266
My January Musings
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 Jan 3
Moonbeams dance from up high,
While stars their secrets keep,
And the heavens slumber in a velvet sky
As gentle dreams run deep.

Please close your eyes and drift away
On wings of peaceful rest,
Until the morning light breaks soft and new
And wakes you at your best.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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