Crystal stars pierce evening skies,
While breath clouds dance and fade away,
As shortened winter daylight dies,
And frost-touched branches gently sway.

The air nips sharp at nose and chin,
As nature dims its weary sight,
And drowsy shadows usher in
The softest curtain of the night.

Each creature seeks its quiet den,
As time itself moves sweet and slow.
While winter whispers, once again,
Beneath the alabaster snow.

Through silver webs of frozen lace,
The world drifts deep in winter's spell,
As sleep wraps earth in soft embrace,
While dreams deep within us dwell.

The season calls with gentle lure,
Through frosty breath and starlit nights,
As heavy eyelids find their cure
In winter's soft and silver lights.

Beneath this blanket crystal-deep,
Where dreams and snowflakes softly fall,
The earth and I begin to sleep,
While winter's hushes gently call.

The world grows still and crystal clear,
Beneath the serene and darkened sky,
As peaceful slumber draws us near,
To winter's softest lullaby.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Though you are not a deity,
each step that you take here
becomes sacred to me.
Your path leaves trails of light
and my heart bows at your feet.

©️Lizzie Bevis

You’re nearly there,
take a deep breath,
and breathe.
Thursday arrives,
it may be hard to believe,
but, there is not far to go.
So, soldier on,
Forward march!
Saturday is over
tomorrow’s hill.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Grief came uninvited  
through my open doorway,
fear and rage ignited  
they made plans to stay,
and I was dazed by the
lack of foresight.

Then sadness came bounding
in loud and bellowing.
It consumed every opening,  
chaos was ensuing,
then it left without a trace
of what it was doing.

When the storm had ended  
someone held me,
they were kind,
gently she attended  
and peace filled my mind,
as love comprehended
the hurt it left behind.

For in grief's disguise,  
love had always been  
opening my eyes.
To what grief could mean:  
That love never dies.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Ambition's wings
soar as a driving force,
elevating thoughts
to chart a new course.

Yet, talented minds,
grounded in place,
disengage gifted brains
wasting this space.

This unfurled potential
a bird's dream of flight,
without a thought or clue
of where it is migrating to.

©️Lizzie Bevis

The hinge of the week
a day to frump,
Wednesday brings woe
and little hope,
Friday is barely in sight.
Opportunity still blossoms,
there's a chance to unite.
Onward we journey,
until midnight.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Monday is here,
the week begins,
the alarm clock rings
and rudely wakes me
from my sleep.
I do not feel fair of face,
and I do not wish
to get out of bed;
But alas, the grind resumes
and the sooner we start,
the sooner we finish.

©️ Lizzie Bevis

The silver moon waltzed
Through scattered stars like diamonds
dancing through the night.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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 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

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

I hear your hollow compliment,
no gilded chains will bind me, see?  
Respect my strength;
Please, don’t patronise me.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Using the power of brain cells
whilst wordsmithing…
researching,
making notes
and of course,
drinking buckets of tea.

I feel that advanced technology
is going to break our art,
as AI will scour the internet,
ripping it apart
to reassemble information
into some Frankenstein monster
in nano seconds, rather than hours
and that actually kind of makes me sad.

Will AI take over everything?
Will we battle with the machine?
What a crazy lazy world
we would live in!
shudders at the thought

©️Lizzie Bevis

In the depths of despair
hope will fade,
and emptiness will follow;
But, you are not alone there.

A heartbeat within
wills you to be strong,
to find yourself
and carry on.

So, take a breath,
let it in,  
Love begins,
let it go…

©️Lizzie Bevis

Each fall left its resounding mark,
etched upon her courageous soul.
A thousand times she fell,
yet, rose with gumption whole.

Rock bottom understands her well,
like an old companion who called;
But she became resilient
when internal darkness sprawled.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I watch you write,  
your pen flowing like a river,  
each word a current
that pulls me under.  
I am ensnared in your story,  
captivated and lost
in the beautiful, broken
and hurting depths of you.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Madam, in eden, i’m adaM.
Eve did the deed
and deified god,
He has his eye on you,
Dennis and Edna sinneD
too.

Won’t lovers revolt noW?
We do not say a peep as
We panic in a peW
Because
He lived as a devil, eH?
Wow!

Sir, i demand, i am a maid named iriS.
Ma is a nun, as i aM,
Never a foot too far, eveN.
Red roses run no risk, sir, on nurse’s ordeR
But, red apples and serpents do.
Tut, tut, tut.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Beneath the Eiffel's iron lace,
A tabby cat prowls with feline grace,
Past Arc de Triomphe, she sets her pace,
On moonlit nights down the Champs Élysées.

Prowling around cafés and bustling streets, She slips into wine-soaked conversations, Witnessing love's soft declarations,
While dodging bikes and hurried feet.

Her whiskers twitch at fresh baguettes,
As dawn breaks on the Seine's calm flow, Lounging, watching artists come and go,
From her sun-kissed, with a view parapet.

Notre Dame's gargoyles watch her pass,
Through shadows of restored spires,
In all its reverent wonder, to be admired
As pigeons scatter on morning mass.

Up to Montmartre's charm and winding ways,
She naps peacefully on warm window sills,
As church bells toll from sacred hills,
Lost in the wonders of her Parisian days.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

Sometimes,
When I am with my demons or angels,
and drowning alone in silence,
I find solace in my inauspicious life.

Sometimes,
Solitude is the only place
where I can remain contemplative,
as thoughts freely flow within my mind.

Sometimes,
There is beauty in quiet introspection,
my unvoiced passions are never denied,
but must I remain unloved, as time slowly slips by?

Is my mind merely irresolute?
Torn into pieces by ambivalent thought,
at war with itself, until reason intervenes...

and then I begin to write.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

In friendships boon,
joy begins to flower,
as kindred souls
weaving bonds so close;
Weathering all together,
through life’s trials
as those storms
never appear to end.
Always, in unity,
as steadfast, loyal friends.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

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

First breaths taken, gentle cries,  
under watchful parents’ eyes.  
The first sweet taste of mother's milk  
she cradles skin as soft as silk.  
Tiny fingers reach and curl,  
as a new life greets this changing world.

Unsteady steps lead to tumbles down,  
tear-stained cheeks and a fading frown;  
Bruised knees bleeding on the ground,  
their brave face crumpling at the sound.  
Kiss the hurt and dry those tears,  
hug away the pain and fears.

Playground skirmishes leave a trace,
young hearts grapple with their place,  
as games and friendships shape their days,  
exploring life in myriad ways.  
Reading tales and counting stars,  
as time slips swiftly through youthful hours.

Changes come in the undertow,  
As pre-teen tempests start to blow.  
Mirrors now become their cage,  
with self-doubt writing every page.  
Finding paths through storms within,  
as adolescent shifts begin.

Teenage years bring deeper thought
and independence fiercely sought.  
Screaming words they don’t quite mean,  
piercing hearts of parent and teen.  
Growing pains lead to hearts that yearn,  
and life's harsh lessons left to learn.

To guide them through each perilous phase,  
and love them through their changing days.  
Watch them sleep like years before,  
until their world stops outside your door.  
Time slips too quickly through growing hands,  
leaving a void that no one understands.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In the quiet of a cluttered room,
a glimmer flickered, an idea in bloom.
I held it close, a thought so bright,
now lost in clouds,
drifting out of sight.

A glance, a turn, a fleeting chase,
I search the corners, I scan the space.
It danced on the tip of my eager mind,
now a whisper, elusive,
and unconfined.

Was it a word, a thing, a dream
or a thread of a half-formed theme?
Time ticks on, relentless and still,
as I shuffle through remnants,
against my will.

Where did it go, this moment, this spark?
Did it slip through the cracks
and into the dark?

I pause, I breathe, I let out a sigh,
in the chaos of life, as my thoughts fly
out the window or through the door,
leaving me stumped
and pondering once more.

©️Lizzie Bevis

It started with Hello,
and a fleeting connection
as smiles were exchanged,
along with quiet affection.

It is always the little things
a laugh, a touch, a glance,  
as a shared thrill ignites  
this sweet, subtle dance.

There is no grand confession,  
just a gentle sigh,  
a swoon of devotion
as our hearts comply.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

My aching limbs and heavy sighs,  
as morning light hurts my weary eyes
and every movement feels like a chore,  
as time slows from the weight of it all.

Although every step may feel like lead,  
and thoughts of rest fill my weary head;
I'm determined to try anyway,
with a will to rise and seize the day.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Here lie the mortal remains,  
marked by a headstone worn by rain
which fell like tears over time,
guarded by weeping willows and pines.
The aged words sit in quiet rest
carved with words of a love confessed
and how much they will be missed,
with an urn of flowers that death kissed.
In life we part with so much grief,
and in Gods arms, please rest in peace.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Dear Grandma,
I saw you for the last time today,  
I held your hand
as you slipped away
and now my eyes sting,  
as much as my broken heart.

Beyond all this grief,
I find sombre reflection
and quiet relief;
But, I'd rather have you here
holding me in your arms
and wiping away my tears.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

My mind is a tempest,  
thoughts clash and collide,  
a bluster of worries  
I can’t seem to hide.
It feels like a storm-tossed sea,  
where wild waves surge with the tide,  
bearing burdens heavy as anchors,  
as my heart sinks,
pulling me down,  
with a weight that drags me under,  
while I helplessly drown.  
I look up to the heavens,  
yearning for a tranquil sky,  
somewhere beyond this suffocating grey,  
to soothe my restless soul,  
to find a way  
to simply rest  
and call it a day.

©️Lizzie Bevis

You read my poetry,
then turned away,  
as if the words
had nothing to say.  
Each line was a pulse,
it was a part of me,  
yet you drift on past,
too blind to see  
that my verses ache,
hoping to be heard,  
yet silence lingers,
louder than each word.  
The ink may fade,
but my feelings remain,  
as I laid my heart bare,
was it all in vain?

©️Lizzie Bevis

Whiskers twitching, sharp and keen,  
prowling silently, slinking, unseen.  
With curious eyes, so alert and bright,  
investigating all within their sight.  
So lithe and nimble, quick to pounce,  
on playful paws as they bat and bounce.  
A skilful mouser, stealthy predator,  
a beast of surprise and graceful wonder.  
Yet gentle too,
when snuggled up having a nap,  
curled up and content in my cosy lap.  
As comforting purrs soothe my weary soul,  
making me feel loved, at peace and whole.  
My treasured companion and loyal friend,  
Aloof yet loving, wild yet tamed,  
my mysterious moggy a master of might,
endlessly captivating me with pure delight.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

In peaceful sleep,
the night unfolds,  
into a swirl colour,
a sight to behold
as waves of light like whispers trace,
guide my heart to a secret place,
up to crystal stars in dark velvet skies,
which scatter wishes that softly rise.

My visions soar,  
in slumber's dance,
I seek for more
in my restful trance,
as mirrored reflections of distant lands,
take shape in my unseen busy hands.
Planting blooming flowers under twilight's breath,
painting the night in colours of vivid depth.

Each step a melody,
a dream unspun,
I wander softly,
as time comes undone
and with every dawn, my dreams take flight
through the serene darkness, chasing light.
Like floating lanterns, these dreams ascend, illuminating paths that I never want to end.

©️Lizzie Bevis