Eve Poetry Magazine is an organic evolution of my great love to support and help others. I use my social media pages, both @eve_poetry and @evepoetrygroup to create inspiration and mentor others. Becoming a published author depends largely upon marketing. I use my skills in marketing to help bring light to beautiful poetry and writing.
Everyone has a story. People who share their written stories deserve to be seen and heard. This is the heart behind Eve Poetry Magazine.
Currently, I am polishing up my first novel. I schedule reading and writing into my days, and although there are days this is tough, it’s completely worth it! Having a full time job and writing a novel requires strong time management. However, pursuing my passion is worthy of grappling such things!
Recently, I attended my first writers’ conference. The Willamette Writers Conference was an amazing experience. I made friends and connections with talented authors and industry professionals. In conclusion, I can proudly say that I’m pursuing my dream of becoming a published author.
fabricating the stories that brought them to this moment
in my mind. The first sip fortifies me
and I put pen to paper to see
where these mocha-fueled musings may take me today.
Momentum by Jaimee Boake
A tiny ballerina twirls
on a stage
which looks too big
compared to her dream.
Having long been fascinated with reading and writing of all forms, Jaimee Boake is a high school English Language Arts, Creative Writing, and Leadership teacher in Sherwood Park, Alberta.
When not working she loves playing sports and board games, hanging out with her dogs, spending time with family, and drinking lots of coffee. She is happiest, always, in the mountains.
More of her work can be found in Purple Fire Publications Write Connection Magazine, and is forthcoming in Lida Literary Magazine Issue 01, Train River Publishing Summer 2020 Anthology, WitchesNPink Anthology, and Lemon Daisy Poetry anthology. Instagram: @jaimeeannethology
Depersonalization is the feeling of being disconnected from one’s physicality. My body is here but my mind is wherever you are. I ache for you like a phantom limb... acutely aware of your absence. I searched, but was unable to find a word that describes what it is to feel present in my body only when it is in close proximity to yours. My mind wages a constant assault against any thought that crosses through that does not pertain to you. I manifest a life with you through daydreams. Derealization is an alteration in the perception or experience of the external world so that it seems unreal. How I only feel like my truest self when I’m with you; But I’m never really ‘with’ you... Just a deep visceral longing. When you’re gone I feel this immense emptiness where you should be. Like the infinite density of a black hole. If it weren’t for gravity, we wouldn’t even know black holes exist. You’re my gravity. And I’m slowly collapsing in on myself like a dying star to become nothing and everything all at the same time.
Amber Jasinski has been writing poetry about the human experience and mental illness for the past several years. She has an undergraduate degree in nursing and works full time as a Registered Nurse.
Amber is a wife and mother and lives in a full house with her husband, 3 daughters, 2 young grandchildren, her younger brother, and 2 awesome dogs! She enjoys writing as an avenue to explore her own journey with mental illness and to promote mental health advocacy.
Amber writes under the name ajblueorion on social media where you’ll find her “lost somewhere between the words and melancholy madness.”
This post contains affiliate links. An affiliate link means I may earn advertising/referral fees if you make a purchase through my link, with no extra cost to you. It helps to keep this little magazine afloat. Thanks for your support. Read full disclosure here.
In my hand, I hold a sword the crimson staining my hands as it single-handedly saves lives
On this page, stands an army proudly ready to sacrifice for the truth firm underneath the crushing stare of the world
In my heart, a melodious voice sounds as it struggles to convey my pain in ways to satiate world hunger
I hold the power to make or break someone and so do you
The Brightest Smiles Hide/Illuminate the Darkest Hearts by Abira Muhammad
When you find yourself in an endless tunnel Ask her to smile For the brightest smiles fix the darkest hearts When she smiles, radiance emanates Through her eyes, illuminating those in her path
Look at her and she’ll smile Healing the crack in your heart Because you know there is some genuine joy In the world
Her smile hurts her cheeks While her eyes threaten to leak The brightest smiles hide the darkest hearts When she smiles, whatever is left of her soul Shatters into fragments Her eyes glow a little less as reality burns through Knowing less people watch Many just see
My name is Abira and I am a 16 year old girl living in South Africa. I attend high school and will be graduating next year. I have been writing since I was 13. I dream to be a published poet one day.
Something had broken through the silence, a sound a sigh in a breath
perhaps it was a weight shifted
or the weight of the silence itself
or the way I pulled at my wrists
the desire we ached for
the infinite weight of desire itself or all of these things that had waited so long.
And now, where is her voice
but better to ask, where is mine?
R.H. Alexander has been writing poetry since he was seven, when his mother showed him how her typewriter could work miracles.
After a career that spanned forty years starting in journalism and ending as a representative to manufacturers in the outdoor sports world, he began writing new poems in 2010 and has not stopped since.
Alexander lives in Minnesota, is married to Pamela, and has two daughters and seven grandchildren.
On paper wings spread wide
Free of my confinement I breathe
Words resonate I write
Peace on paper
Whilst inside we hide
My mind swirls with energy
Words must write
On paper wings, they soar
Peace at last...
In plagues of old
Pen to paper
Not a punishment
Free to explore
Emma is a mum, a wife, a pioneer lay minister, a poet, author and blind wheelchair user. She lives just outside Reading, UK.
Emma started writing for an audience in 2009 and writes most days. You can read her thoughts on faith, life and mental health at http://llmcalling.blogspot.com
Over-thinking vs. Over-feeling by Louise Carmeli Montes
I stand amidst the blistering waves
among the chaos
Oh God, save me!
Save me from this feeling
that I can't fight any longer
I resort to dream,
but not make dreams as my master
I simply want to feel
the greatest depth of joy
Just as when the soul
lies on the green, green grass of home
and just like how the fresh air
pampers my sanity
Be brave, sweet darling!
Only if it is easier said than done
then I should have not wished for this curse
because as I cherish over thinking,
I embrace over feeling
Louise Carmeli Montes
Poetry is the art of her soul. Seeing life in a deeper perspective is her source of inspiration in writing. When emotions can’t be said upfront, poetry speaks.
Louise is from the Philippines. She finished a degree in Psychology and she considers poetry as her one of her ways of expressing her inner most thoughts and feelings.
“I know I am still a work in progress, but this does not stop me to look at the beauty of writing poems. I want to share words that can connect to the emotions of people.”
Chaos rained all over the country, Helpless was I, with my team A virus, destructive since the day of entry Never did we assume, not even in a dream. We could’ve controlled it, underestimated did we Just like a common cold, it’ll depart away Yet, it strives inside my people’s bodies with glee Confirmed that it arrived here, to perpetually stay.
I discerned a mother weeping, clutching her son, Poor child, was insubstantial for battle. Immunity, the moat of a castle in the long run, Incinerating him, was all we could do through the hassle. Worked like robots from dawn till dusk, into the night, Meals and sleep became a rare luxury. My wife, my boy cried with all their might, When I left for work, shouting their aching plea.
An oath is an oath, a promise for good service Mind you, it ain’t easy dragging your protesting brain, Inside premises, spelling death in every crevice It seemed incessant, as the death toll rose, numbers insane. The world carries the label, “Made in China”, On clothes, in kitchens, even on the beds they snooze on I catch whispers, that death too was “Made in China” Kept in the dark were we, until it spread full on.
Often I feel my body give up, fatigue wash over me Yet, I keep going as long as I could stay up As I’ve seen, numerous heads fall to death & be I pray, I work, I pray, I work, like a mantra for tuneup Often I feel, mother Earth seems to strike back For the beings we’ve killed, animals & trees No wonder we suffer, surviving barely through nature’s attack It’s time to show affection, my fellow humans please.
Dark Times by Kavindi M. Jayasinghe
Feeling of panic, Rising globally. Avaricious humans, Basked in your glory Ruining nature’s purity Today, Our sins expiated with lives sacrificed Oh dear world, have mercy.
We scurry around, Busy with, Attempts to discover Life on other planets. Causing chaos on you, Treating you with contempt. Today, You’ve brought us to our knees Oh dear world, have mercy.
I see your immunity system Has taken over, battling An overgrowing virus named “Covetous Humans” On both knees, here I am Oh dear world, have mercy
Kavindi M. Jayasinghe
I’m Kavindi M. Jayasinghe (KMJ), (IG handle – @kmj_poetic) a 21 year old medical student at Manipal Medical College. I’m a Sri Lankan born and I’ve been writing since my childhood days.
Poetry and writing has been my solace and passion for years. I prefer writing about the scars that need a voice and aspects that aren’t discussed about more, but I adore love poetry too.
I’m a pianist and music is an irrevocable part of my life. A proud optimist, who is a dreamer and an owner of a strong heart! Hope to save people’s lives and do some good in the world.