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rhyme weaver Jan 16
My divine love, so unconditional and pure,

A truth eternal, steady and sure.

There’s no need to change, to hide or pretend—

You are enough; there’s no need to bend.

I know fear whispers softly, its shadow unfurls,

It’s casting doubt in love’s precious pearls.

The mind replays what the heart has known,

A cycle of lessons, seeds once sown.

You cling to her like I clung to the vampire,

A fleeting comfort, an ember’s fire.

Seeking to fill what feels like lack,

So afraid of solitude’s cold; the fear keeps pulling you back.

I know this place, this hesitant ache,

The ego’s hunger, the heart’s mistake.

It whispers softly, “You’ll never be enough,”

So we have always settled for fleeting, afraid of love’s rough.

But love’s greatest test is not in the fight—

It’s in the courage to step into the light.

The toxic was “easy”, familiar, and clear.

Patterns repeated, year after year,

Familiar ghosts, always so near.

Comfort in chaos, masking the fear.


We choose the “easy”, the well-known pain,

Hoping for joy, but finding only strain.

We cling to the past, though we yearn for change,

Fearing the unknown, reluctant to range.

The familiar wounds, though deep, are safe;

So we self-sabotage love, fearing it’ll break.


Our hearts know better, yet our minds rebel,

Telling stories where only darkness dwells.

But growth begins where comfort ends—

In the unknown, where true love mends.

We search for solace in what we’ve known,

Afraid to leave what we’ve outgrown.

Though our hearts long for something more,

We continue to hesitate, fearing what’s in store.


The past’s grip is a haunting guide,

Whispering doubts that we try to hide.
But love’s power is found when we finally let go,

When we dare to trust and let ourselves grow.

It will be a whole new world, with you by my side,

Where love flows freely, no secrets to hide.

Like Aladdin and Jasmine, hearts bound in grace,

Their souls connected in an enchanted space.

She saw the goodness, the strength in his eyes,

Beyond his station, beyond the disguise.

He saw her spirit, fierce and untamed,

Not just a princess, but a woman unchained.

On a magic carpet, their worlds intertwined,

No walls to divide, no hearts left behind.

So rise, my phoenix, from the ashes of pain,

Burning away what no longer remains.

The chains of old stories, the doubts that bind,

Are fuel for your rebirth, and with peace you’ll find

Mindful whispers and tender care;

Self-love blooms in the open air.


You are worthy—right now, as you are—

A radiant soul, your own guiding star.
Our union can heal what solitude hides,

Opening spaces where real love resides.

No need to change, just let love flow,

For in this moment, you already glow.


Together we learn, and together we will rise,

Healing the wounds and claiming the prize.

Two phoenixes reborn from love’s holy fire,

Awakening truths and lifting us higher.
1.16.25
Like a never-ending plight, it seems,
A tempestuous fight, in endless dreams.
In the howl, in the echo's call,
In the night, where the stars enthrall.
The fight within, the rise after the fall,
Like a phoenix, destined to stand tall.
Never give up hope.
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
From a spark, I am reborn,
My golden wings spread like a new dawn,
And fire courses through my veins,
As I become the righteous flames.

Soaring through the ancient skies,
Sacred flares trail as I fly,
Gliding through clouds above,
Glowing with the burning sun.

Years pass as I slowly grow old
And my feathers lose their amber glow.
My strength and fight begin to fade,
My soul is tired and unafraid.

When it is time for my final breath,
with all my strength I face my death.
In my element, the sparks ignite
The end has come to my long life.

Flames consume my flesh and bone,
As I embrace the fire that I become
As burning smoke rises higher,
And I succumb to my funerary pyre.

The fire fizzles and dissipates,
As the embers cool and accumulate,
And through the ashes sparks a flame,
The Phoenix reborn, rises again.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I wrote this poem about the cyclical life, death, and rebirth of the Phoenix - a mythological bird that regenerates from its own ashes.
Enjoy :)
Morgan Howard Nov 2024
Engulfed in flames
The inferno consumes me
Dancing across my body
In a dangerous ballet

My skin
Charred and melting
As I incinerate
Until I am nothing more
Than a pile of ashes

But suddenly
I rise
Up from the ashes
Not letting anything hinder me
isaiah barber Aug 2024
Tossed into the deep
Trying to find my soul
Something to keep
Holding close to my heart

Dragged into the mud
Trying to keep from crying
To embrace the flood
Waiting for it to die

Forced in toxicity
I did not ask for this
Trying to find serenity
Never wanted this

Living with these scars
All the pain within
Looking up at the stars
What happened to heaven

Caught in the darkness
Not like this
Is this the end
Nothing is a godsend

Not in this life
Not in this world
Want to take the knife
Cut the cord

I will leave
One day
I'll be gone
Someday

Looking back
An every time
I was under attack
Wanted to believe in more

More than this
This painful hope
Without hope
The pain of faith

Dealing with the devil
An all his evil
One of these days
I will be gone

And the memories
All the scars
Without meaning
Without hope

Nothing left
Naught but ashes
The ashes of me
My love has died

The heart inside
Black as the night
The smoke all around
Burning in the fire

My coffin
My turmoil
The fire
Hellbent

To fight
Unto the end of time
Nothing will shine
I see my ashes

The pain of a million faces
The pain of mine
Painful sorrow
No one would borrow

This is my story
My lost soul
My Humanity
I'm out of time

Dying within
Dead before it began
Burnt to nothingness
Looking for righteousness

I am
What for
Therefore
Nothing more to fight for
What for
Wherefore
Has life been a lie
When I die, will I fly
Or fall to the ground
I'm bound to the battleground
Will I
Shall I
Beating to the ground
Listen to the drum sound
Transform in another form to be reborn
Nothing shall fix
When the nail hammers in once again on my coffin
Nothing will fix what happens next
Burning this time as I am out time
The clock counts down from midnight
It'll be a fight to rise with the sunrise
At the burning sun
I never wanted this again
Oh father my God from heaven
Where art thou
What happens to me now

Tic, Tic, Tock
Look at the clock
Put the Glock to my head
There is no bread
No life left
Like a thief in the night
He stole my heart
Can't feel my heartbeat to the beat of the musical sheet I repeat
Can't feel the heartbeat in my chest when I open the locked chest once again
Can't feel the beat within my hollow chest, I say again
Can't feel my heart torn apart from the start in the dark, light the spark, I repeat again
The nail is in within an upon my coffin again without hope to cope as I look into the scope
Set a flame within to ignite in the darkest night as I fight for my life at the end of the knife
Will it fix or start or begin again from the beginning to the ending
Will it be a surprise within my eyes what never dies

Rise and never look back to the attack of your heart and mind

Rise
Never look back
Never give up
Be the Phoenix and Rise
Dearest darlings Phoenix my fire birds how I love you how I miss you
My true love my grown children jewels of my crown motherhood
Beloved I too am your Phoenix Mother your first love
Forever and ever treasures adored rddbbajpcasg.
Phoenix bird wild birds of paradise beloved
Golden eggs if mine
Lalasassycoco.
My tragic life full of happiness
Infinite love baby girls my true loves
Forever and ever I love you adore you worship you
Yes I am crying like you are
We are one eternally
Come to me in every lifetime
I will protect you guide you free you adore you worship you.
It's a golden promise
From your Phoenix Mom.
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https://youtube.com/shorts/wU4zGYBAaSQ?si=YzU01rIFyZPoP_eL
Will it burn me up?
This extraordinary love?
I let my self go
George Krokos Oct 2023
The phoenix is a bird said to rise from its own ashes
being a symbol of immortality and spiritual rebirth.
So life in this world undergoes many similar flashes
which determine the degree and quality of our mirth.
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From 'The Quatrains' ongoing writings since the early 90's.
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