Streetlights hum a lullaby
to neon dreams.
Cracked pavement blooms
with graffiti roses.

My heart, a tangled vine,
unfurling in the dark.
Too many words unsaid,
a choked-back symphony.

Phone screen glows,
a cold comfort.
Another night adrift
in the digital sea.

But somewhere, a connection flickers.
A shared breath,
a whispered "me too."

Maybe tomorrow,
the static will clear.
Maybe tomorrow,
we'll find our bloom.

Everyone is looking for happiness
Sometimes it’s hard to find
Keep trying to be kind
You will shine

I searched for a face I had never seen
A voice I had never heard
As if longing alone could summon you

But the stars do not rush their burning
The tide does not beg the moon to rise—
Everything arrives when the hour is ripe

So I wandered
Through years that shaped me
Through seasons that carved me hollow and full
Never knowing you were wandering too

And then,
Not by force, not by will
But by the quiet pull of time—
We stood in the same moment
Not lost, not waiting
But finally found


@Erennwrites

We shall feast
One day.
On rows upon rows 
Of delicious morsels,
Lucious liquid that will quench our thirst;
Bursting from the wellspring within 
As we commune;
With Saints sensing the Mystery.
How full we all will be;
Forevermore.

You flutter your flighty, fleeting tunes,
Lift us too, beyond,
To the stars and moon.

The scent of the garden,
Left its traces on my hands,
As I danced around pulling weeds
and disposing of them in bands.

Hold my heart,
Tend to my heart,
Heal my heart.
Don’t disregard,
It. For the world,
Waits for no one
Life wounds, wielding judgment, and
Unsavoury sound bites, but
Lean into me,
Lean in a little closer, and
I'll mend your heart,
As I massage it back to life,
One precious moment at a time.

I know it seems like there's someone else,
Who's always in the limelight? 
But, it is also true: we all have our day in the sun.

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

I never thought
my poetry was ******,
but do I want
to arouse; stimulate evocative
emotion,
and stir longing irrevocably
within?!
Yes, undeniably, YES!
Do not all of us want that full-body
response...