Pen names are a beautiful thing. They are cocoons, allowing for the metamorphosis of a writer or poet. A writer either reveals their identity or they find solace in their cocoon. I know many talented poets whose identities are still a secret to me. Anonymity has its perks, and many writers become published this way. Not all paths lead to the same place. For those that want to be known, I have chosen to use my website to promote their work, along with my own.
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.
If Photonic Velocity Remains Constantby Nathan Sweem
No one will hear her words, Daylight trapped inside The gravitational field Of a black star. Too much to say, anyway. Makes time slow. And loneliness heavy. To say that time slows Near the stellar core Is to say that distance expands; The two are equivalent. Her spirit eats itself alive A femtometer at a time While the universe speeds away Without her.
Nathan Sweem served as an Army linguist for five years. He holds degrees in arabic studies, mathematics, and data analytics. He currently writes novels, short stories, poetry, and creative non-fiction.
On the bank slender cattails reach out and tall grasses with clouds of swirling insects bite the air.
John Hansen received a BA in English from the University of Iowa and MA in English Literature from Oklahoma State University. His work has appeared in The Summerset Review, The Pluralist, Philological Review, The Griot: The Journal of African American Studies, PopMatters, and Philosophy Pathways.
John’s hobbies include golf, tennis, basketball, and flawlessly executing pranks on his wife with the help of his children. He is English Faculty at Mohave Community College in Arizona.
I wish I could do something, But loving love wasn’t as easy as loving someone,
It had to be carefully done, love was weak-hearted, one anger stroke and ways, it parted
a little hate snow could cause an avalanche because baby love isn’t someone with whom you can play around,
and a little ignorance axe can cut love’s whole branch, so this time I let love leave, but someday in my life, I believe, love will return.
Hi guys, I am Tanvi. I am a 15-year-old student from India and I’ve recently discovered the writer side of mine. Writing helps me believe that if freedom can be found with beautiful poetry, then it can definitely be found in real life!
I gave myself scars by loving you, Your skeptic waves washed over my shore, Where I played for years and years, You planted seeds of doubt, Deep into the corners of my mind, As I walked like a ghost in the background, Always fading away into the crowd, Afraid of having the spotlight on me, Afraid of someone picking apart my flaws, So I went to bed at nights, Thinking I was so flawed, Nobody could love me, Because on most days, All I felt was your coldness, Cutting my self worth into shreds, As I silently withdrew into my shell, Hurting, swallowing your words, Into the deepest parts of my mind, That I am flawed and unlovable.
But in all my years with you, I never knew love this hard, When I can stand in front of the mirror, Count all my scars and smile, And I promise this time, I won’t pick on my scars again, I won’t let them bleed, Because now, I know I love myself so tenderly, None of my lovers never could, Someday there may be somebody, Who could love me the way I do, Who could love who they are like I do now, Until then, This is me and my scars.
I’m 21 and currently pursuing an education in the medical field.
There’s nothing I love more than reading and writing. Writing allows me to dive deep into my inner self and understand it in a way like a fog being cleared up in my head. It’s helped me become emotionally and mentally healthy as a person.
I find that words have so much power—they can heal you or break you. So I use writing as a way to heal my inner wounds and I also hope to help people out with theirs through my writing.
INSIDE my head all these thoughts I hide inside my mind all these lies I design telling myself this is the way of the world it’s the way it’s been for generations who are you to question all who are you to break away to forge a path don’t you know you will be pulled back doctrine into the same regime until your mind is brainwashed to follow the cue like a human puppet Still, the need to rebel lingers in my heart with a smile on my face I let the tendrils develop until a time I can really break free and be ME
Mum of four… juggling kids…husband ….life and trying to be fair to me.
Living in the Middle East, I’ve been writing since I was a teen but stopped for a while because I was caught up with everything else happening around me. Now slowly getting back to it bit by bit. While I am not busy with kids, I am either writing, reading, or binge watching Netflix.
An excerpt from Storms and Magic by Enitan Victoria Ige
I think you will remember today the way you so strongly disagree that we will end, eventually.
and I’m wishing I will be there to say it, past the electricity we created when our lips merged and our eyes closed. I told you. you would leave I told you we never know tomorrow, and that love is tragedy we simply can’t avoid. I think you would also remember the magic we made so many evenings when the world around us shook her head in disapproval. judgement. I wish I’ll be there to point it all out the way I want to right now. you will find the People always tend to be right. we could go about our loving in public not giving a f*ck what they think, but they would witness our crash.
Love is a tragedy we simply can’t avoid. and I’ll be at the shawarma joint, then you’ll walk by with the new love of your life; fingers woven into each others’ and I would want to tell you- holding your face with both my hands like I used to-
I told you. Didn’t I? you would leave. It’s a tragedy we can’t avoid.
Enitan Victoria Ige
Enitan Ige is a poet, feminist and mental health advocate living in Nigeria. She’s the author of the poetry collection, Storms and Magic, that revolves its theme around love, heartbreak, feminism, self-discovery and self love. A lover of a good mug of choco-malt, you may often find her scrolling through Instagram or reading a new book. IG: @eniitani Twitter: @eniitani
What more is my life but a journey! A journey back to You, the One who made me. Through the countless doors of my worldly being, With arms stretched out, my soul breaks out! Oh, ever so freeing!
Many tears You shed, Your loving heart bled, As I wandered off, wading into the trench. Yet back to you, fled my parched soul to quench This thirst, insatiable. In Your mercy, I drenched!
Though I ventured into lands far and unknown, Your voice reached out, rising over my own. Through the mist of my thoughts, vain and worn, Your light sought my soul, beyond skin and bone.
Thank You enough, I never truly can, For Your mercy on me, and all that You planned. Where would I be, if it weren’t for Your hand Lifting me up, making sure I could stand!
It is at Your feet, I deserve to be. Yet here You are, watching over me, Calling me Your own, gently soothing me. Worthy of such love – can I ever be?
Oh! What more is my life but a hymn, a song! A song of love, of where I truly belong. Plucking the strings of my heart, all day long, My soul hums on and on, how could I not!
I shall forever dance to the rhythm of Your love, Embrace Your gift, I’m much unworthy of, Spread this peace and calm, this joy, so buoyant! For what more is my life, but that it is Yours!
Besides working as a Solutions Architect at Akamai for Media clients like NBC, Disney, HBO, etc., Daisy aspires to be a writer and ardently desires to read as many books as possible. Her life is deeply rooted in faith and prayer. She is extremely passionate about Bharatnatyam (an Indian classical dance form) and cannot imagine a life without music!
She also loves drawing, traveling, trying out new things, exploring different cultures and cuisines, non-profit volunteering, cooking and playing badminton.