Caffeinated and bright-eyed,
I'm running on coffee's power.
Each sip, a liquid boost of might,
Fuelling me by the hour.

The aroma, it beckons me near,
The flavour, it's oh so divine!
A cup in my hand, my mind grows clear,
This Arabica, is truly sublime.

Perked up and ready to go,
My energy is quickly revived.
With coffee as my trusted sidekick,
Helping me to feel alive.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

Your mind is a waiting garden,
and life will give us seeds,
you can sow beautiful flowers
or you can nurture stubborn weeds.

The choice is yours,
to make in a thoughtful wake,
to tend to the delicate blossoms
or let the brambles overtake.

Water the garden with pride,
with thoughts pure and bright,
tear down any climbing doubts
and give way to the sunlight.

For what you will harvest
depends on what you sow,
your garden will flourish
and wisdom will grow.

So nurture each lesson,
and watch the petals unfurl,
in your garden of growth,
with the beauty of your soul.

©️Lizzie Bevis

My mind weaves endless knots
As uncertainty looms.
Each worry a weight,
Each fear a chain,
Of Tomorrow's
What-ifs and maybes.
Here, at the edge
Of doubt's territory,
Where mind meets mystery,
Faith plants its quiet seed.

Like a dawn mist dissolving
In the morning's first light,
My worries fade beneath
Faith's gentle hand.
It is not a blind belief,
But a trust that falls
Like gentle rain
Onto parched earth,
Growing gardens
Where deserts once ruled.

I often carry mountains
In my mind,
Yet, I must learn to hold
Just a pebble of faith
Instead of Atlas's burden.
When in the borderlands
Between fear and trust,
Transformation begins;
Where heavy loads grow lighter
And doubt bows down
To possibility's acceptance.

When worry builds walls,
Faith carves windows.
When fear holds tight,
Faith liberates.
I know of its presence
In steadying calming breaths,
With shoulders unburdened,
In questions becoming answers
And my anxious thoughts
Scatter like leaves
Into a forgiving wind.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

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

Rage burns deep within my core,
scales of fury line my chest.
Through gritted teeth,
and baited breaths;
My flames now roar
and my heartbeat pounds
beneath my breast.

My wings spread wide
with vengeful might,
as dark thoughts consume me
like smoking hot coals,
and through angry skies,
I take my flight
‘till wrath releases my soul.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In silent woods where whispers freeze,  
The breath of night kisses the breeze.  
Trees stand like sentries cloaked in white,  
Their branches bowing, in graceful plight.  

The breath of winter, crisp and clear,  
Wraps all in silence, drawing near.
A silver quilt covers sleeping ground,  
As snowflakes drift and twirl around.  

Beneath the moon's observant gaze,  
Winter shrouds time in a sparkling haze.  
The world sleeps under frosted dreams,  
Where moonlight weaves its silver beams.  

As frost paints scenes upon the night.
Where stars like diamonds shimmer bright.
Nature's art hangs in crystal chains,
A masterpiece in all that remains.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Tinkering hands
Lead to restless minds,
Always seeking
What they might find,
In systems running
Perfectly well,
Please, act with caution,
Results may repel.

Leave alone what
Smoothly flows;
If working gears
Continue to go,
For in the quest
To meddle away,
We sometimes cause
More disarray.

Wisdom lies
In knowing when
To step aside,
To leave again.
For changes made
Without true need
Can plant dysfunctions
Stubborn seed.

If it works,
Then let it be,
Sometimes that's
The wisest plea!
Not all that’s old
Needs to be renewed;
Leave it alone
To see itself through.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

Gazing into the mirror,
blotchy eyed, unkempt and exhausted
as dull light casts shadows,
framing my weary face,
as I search for any strength
left in this aged reflection
by recalling fearless days.

Adrift, all conviction is lost
yet, in my mind I still tread water,
as despair’s chill takes hold
and I drown in torments deep depths,
each breath a heavyweight
as I slowly sink under.

My heart remains guarded,
I count each fragile vulnerable beat
and I deeply pray for solace as frailty continuously snuffs out my spark.
The anxiety grips steadfastly to reality
and my self-esteem dissipates
under this malady.

I cower from this fear,  
not wishing to fade into stillness here,  
while the world outside looms
like an impossible mountain to climb.  
Why must my existence feel so awry,  
reduced to nothing but a broken soul?
Because, this is not me…
This is not me at all.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Hurt lingered here,
deep within my heart,
as loyalty and misery
Tore me apart.
Disappointment ate away,
Devouring my every thought,
As angry words replayed over
after the battles we fought.

My mind was forever searching
and looking for clues,
hoping to find the source
Of the anguish in you.
Time is unforgiving,
But I will forgive you,
I'll never forget the torment,
You put me through.

My scars tell their stories,
Some you may never see,
The pain is not easily forgotten
at least not by me.
But, I am fortunate and free,
I've finally moved on.
Peace is now with me,
As I emerge brave and strong.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

Love shouldn't feel like shattered glass,
Or tears that flow as moments pass.
I learnt that caring wasnt enough,
When gentle hearts are treated rough.

The door closes softly as I depart,
A final goodbye, a new fresh start.
Though leaving breaks me piece by piece,
Staying would steal my inner peace.

Sometimes love means walking away,
Despite the price we have to pay.
For in the end, I've come to see,
The greatest love is setting myself free.

©️Lizzie Bevis

She is easily found in the little things,  
In dewdrops glistening in the first ray of light,  
As sparrows sing their happy melodies,  
In the chorus of the morning's gentle recite.

She lives within each day awakening,  
In rainfall's soft, percussive song,  
And in countless fleeting moments
That proved remarkable all along.

She lingers in winter's misty breath,  
Rising softly through the morning chill,  
And in autumn's amber warmth,  
As leaves whirl and dance at the wind’s will.

You’ll find her in the sunset,  
In a bittersweet encore that soars,  
And in content hearts that quietly know  
She will visit them once more.

I've learned to never cage her spirit,
Nor beg with her to remain,  
But to welcome her like the sunrise  
When joy chooses to brighten my day.

©️Lizzie Bevis

When shadows lengthen on the wall,
and twilight whispers nature's call,
I feel the weight of years ago,
like autumn leaves of crimson gold,
readying for their final fall.

The clock ticks slower than before,
as memories seep through every door,
of lives I've touched and those I've known,
of seeds of love that I have sown,
now maturing on a faraway shore.

My breath grows soft like the morning mist,
as death releases what I've kissed.
The sun, the rain, the gentle breeze,
my weariness is carried through the trees,
all fading into peace as I cease to exist.

So lay me down in earth's embrace,
where time dissolves my body's trace.
The stars will watch me in peaceful sleep,
as roots and soil their vigil keep,
until I become one with this sacred space.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

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

Let the weight of the world go,  
Like morning frost  
Beneath dawn's tender touch.  
Spread your worries over the earth,  
Not as stones, but as seeds.  
Watch how fresh roots  
Will comfort your despair,  
Nurturing it into strength.

Then emerge with resilience,  
As daybreak’s first steady breath  
Calm, enduring and inevitable.  
Do not dwell on others' requests;  
Your heart knows its needs,  
Longing to become more  
Than just something.

Wishing to be whole and unbroken
By time's constant haste.
While adrift with your name
on the wind's tongue,  
Carried by the breeze  
That understands the truth.  
These winds have carved mountains  
And have ridden the tides  
Of wild, untamed oceans.

Take a moment to compose yourself.  
Your respite is not submission,  
But the gathering of thunder  
Within the lull before the storm breaks.  
It is a deep breath before your voice  
Awakens the sleeping sky,  
The dawn holds its breath in waiting,  
As the burden lessens with time.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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
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 thief!  
You've stolen my heart  
and my reason, too;  
I'm lovesick,
I’m pining
forever thinking about you.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

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

The warm May sun
plants kisses my skin
as late spring days
bring new beginnings.

I close my eyes and listen
to busy birds singing
as they build nests with care,
weaving a safe home
for their chicks to share.

I do love the clear May mornings,
when the garden is bejewelled
with dew-kissed leaves
that sparkle when catching the sunlight.

I look at the countryside,
draped in emerald green,
as I watch the breeze rippled fields
create a stunning artist's scene.

I smile as flowers stand waving,
as they greet all who pass
with vibrant cheer,
much to many a humble
bumblebee's delight.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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

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

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

Much like passing seasons,
mild crisp autumns
greet cold winters
as time silvered
her once auburn hair,
yet, within her caring gaze,
that cheerful spark
is often there.

Her hands once always busy,
are now gentle and thin,
her fingers have stiffened
but, they still harbour
strength deep within,
and in a way, it is sublime,
how they lifted, guided,
and carried me over time.

I look at her tiny frame,
as age mapped out the miles
of her life-long journey
around her knowing smile,
and kind eyes.
Some things never change,
like her wise
steely grey-blue eyes,
reminding me of the sky
when rain softly falls.

©️Lizzie Bevis