Lizzie Bevis

Lizzie Bevis 4h

In the depth of midnight's embrace,
dreams cascade like love poems
each one speaking your name.

My pulse writes Morse code messages
you'll never decode, as hope
flutters like a moth against the darkness.

While Ink bleeds through pages,
My confessions staining paper
with the weight of unsaid things.

Our laughter echoes in memory's great hall,
but I dance alone with your ghost,
spinning through empty spaces.

These shadows hold secrets
That I dare not speak aloud,
while dawn mocks my silence.

I craft symphonies in your name,
melodies trapped behind my teeth,
As harmonies are swallowed whole.

This love burns quietly,
like stars too distant to touch,
yet still I reach out.

weaving dreams from wisps
of what could be,
if only you would notice.

©️Lizzie Bevis

#love #pain #feelings

Lizzie Bevis 1d

So, This is How it Begins…

In the emptiness of this moment,
I am witness to an avalanche.
My world, once solid
Is now water running through
My desperate fingers.

They say time stops in freefall,
but this isn't stopping;
This is stretching,
Like toffee pulled to its limits
Until the strands give and snap.

I stand so very still,
Like a statue carved
From all of this numbness,
Watching pieces of myself
Scatter like startled pigeons.

The sound.
Oh, the sound.
It is not in the breaking of,
But in its absence;
With so many conversations
That we'll never start or finish.

As empty rooms
Greet me with silence,
And dust motes float
Through spaces where
Our dreams once lived.

And all the while,
This acceptance
wraps around me like smoke,
And I know.
Oh, how I know,
That this is how change begins.

Not with wings,
But with the death
Of everything
That was once
So familiar.

©️Lizzie Bevis

#change #coping

Lizzie Bevis 2d

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Wisdom spills like morning light
From youthful lips untouched by spite,
Pure and simple, crystal clear,
With virtue adults long to hear.

Why is the sky grey and blue?
Why is there a shadow over the moon?
Questions that we've long forgotten,
Wrapped in wonder, freshly gotten.

They see the world with untrained eyes,
No filters yet to cloud their skies,
No prejudice to dim their sight,
Just raw perception and pure delight.

In their logic, direct and true,
Lives the insight we once knew,
Before the world grew complicated,
Before our minds were educated.

So when curious children do speak,
Their random thoughts, pure and unique,
For in their words, both odd and sage,
Lies innocence that vanishes as we age.

©️Lizzie Bevis

#children #innocence #wonder

Lizzie Bevis 3d

Stealthy Santa’s Christmas Mission

Santa is having quite a night,
His GPS has lost satellite,
While Mrs. Claus tracks him on her app,
Sending texts like "Update your map!"

Mrs. Claus also monitors his fitness stats,
No more cookies and that is that!
Just carrot smoothies and protein shakes,
For all those brief rooftop breaks.

Through modern chimneys, sleek and slim,
Santa barely fits his jolly girth within,
Quietly squeezing through with care,
And tiptoeing softly on the stairs!

Past security systems he must creep,
Around motion sensors, he must sneak,
While surveillance cameras try to track his path,
He must outsmart home securities wrath!

The pets he meets are tech-savvy too,
With GPS collars, bright and new,
But Santa's got some tricks to share:
Premium treats and toys to spare!

Now Santa must be very quiet,
To avoid causing a townwide riot,
With no more "** ** **'s” when in flight,
Instead, he whispers
“Merry Christmas all, and to all a good night!”

©️Lizzie Bevis

Another fun Christmas Poem
Enjoy! :)

#christmas #festive #fun

Lizzie Bevis 3d

If it Ain't Broken, Don’t Fix it

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

A cautionary poem.
In England we have this saying ‘If it ain't broken, don't fix it’ implying that it is silly to try and fix the unmendable, to put it simply…it is a waste of time.

#mending #tinkering #caution

Lizzie Bevis 3d

'Twas the Night of Disaster

The stockings were hung,
but they fell off the wall,
The tree was so crooked,
it threatened to fall.
The cookies for Santa
got burnt to a crisp,
and Grandpa was snoring
with quite a loud lisp.

The cat ate the tinsel
and their whiskers did glow,
while reindeer-shaped lights
blinked sporadic and slow.
The wrapping paper ran out
halfway through,
so presents got covered
in the old Daily News.

But Christmas still came
with its usual cheer,
despite all the chaos
and Dad's missing beard.
For love and good spirits
cannot be undone,
by festive mishaps
and misguided fun.

©️Lizzie Bevis

#christmas #festive #fun

Lizzie Bevis 5d

Medieval Mud Slinging

Thou art a gnashgab mewling wretch,
Thy face doth like a codfish stretch!
Thou art a boil-brained muck-sprout,
A maggot-pie with addled snout!

Thou fustilugs, lily-livered mumblecrust,
Thy wit hath gathered quite some dust.
Thou art a motley-minded lout,
A hedge-born knave without clout!

Thou art warped and wayward sock-knocker,
A cumberworld, a scobberlotcher.
A flibbertigibbet, saddle-goose fool,
Who'd lose a battle with a stool!

Thou art a shrivel-headed apple-john,
A dalcop, pribbling bobolyne!
Away, thou canker-blossomed pest,
With thou weather-worn poorly-mannered jest!

©️Lizzie Bevis

This poem was inspired by my daughter who was giggling at Medieval insults, I think that it is safe to say that old English insults were quite colourful!

A modern English translation for those left scratching their heads!

Medieval Mud Slinging

You are a grumbling, moaning rascal,
Your face stretches like a codfish!
You are a stupid, foul mouthed,
Maggot pie with a muddled snout!

You are a clumsy, cowardly fool,
Your wit has gathered quite some dust.
You are a muddle-headed ruffian,
A low born scoundrel without influence!

You are warped and greatly perverse,
A burden, an idle person.
A chatterbox, a simple fool,
Who'd lose a battle with a stool!

You are a shrivelled apple head,
A foolish, prattling idiot!
Away, you canker infested pest,
With your tiresome, ill-mannered wind up!

I hope that you enjoy reading this poem!

#old #language #insults #english #fun #medieval