Voice of Eve Issue One
POEMS BY ANAHIT ARUSTAMYAN
Hey, Winds! By Anahit Arustamyan
Hey, winds! You sweep butterflies away. A short day is their ages' scales. A butterfly disappears with its beauty. Hey, winds! You will never be able to steal fairies. They neither get lost nor pass away. They are the same dead butterflies reborn in unreal fantasies. Hey, winds! Were those butterflies real on the scales of your yesterday? O crazy winds! Butterflies turn into fairies.
Probably Sunsets Are Alike By Anahit Arustamyan
Yesterday's sunrise was different. A rose and a nightingale fell in love. An apricot tree was a bride. Its dress made from blossoms was white. Today's sunrise is different. It is raining but wait, the sun will smile! All sunrises are different. Probably sunsets are alike.
I Am Asleep While Nights Give Way My Ages By Anahit Arustamyan
Nights fly to me like gigantic eagles. They cover my tiny being. Nights remind me of dark wings. An owl looks around for something. Nights heal the owl's blindness. My eyes don't need healing. They see both owls and pigeons. Nights wrap my memories in the stars' twinkle. What remains when days go to nothingness? What remains? Memories! My tiny being is wrapped in my life's limited pages. I sleep when nights fly like dark eagles. I am asleep while nights give away my ages.
The Dreams' Hues By Anahit Arustamyan
Seashells! Who were you? Do you still remember the streets' tunes? Who gave you your vivid hues? Were your lovers' eyes blue? I send you my whispers from my room. The air's light horses ride to you. Each of you is a dream's bloom. How many lost dreams gave you their clues? Do the seas remind you of your lovers' eyes in blue? Look! There might be a torn slipper or a gold shoe! There might be nothing except the dreams' hues.
Here Are My Healing Prayers By Anahit Arustamyan
Here are my healing prayers for those who need. The pain inside a tight bandage screams. The rain cools down the shoulders of an elderly cliff. The mermaid looks for her sailor even in a mad wind. The sailor is sometimes late to reach his mermaid and she turns into a reef. The reef doesn't care what it used to be, a woman or a fish. Are my healing prayers for the pains with trembling lips? The cliffs look at me like strangers but I know what they think. They don't need my healing prayers as they don't get ill.
About Anahit Arustamyan Anahit Arustamyan is an Armenian poetess. She writes romantic and philosophical poems rich in metaphors and allegorical expressions. Her creative works are full of emotions and deep thoughts. Her poems have appeared in different poetry magazines and anthologies both online and in print. She is the author of the poetry books: The Queen Of Metaphors, My Intoxicated Ink, The Phantom's Dolphin, Words In Flight and The Canvas Of My Soul which are available on Amazon.
POEMS BY KAREN HORSLEY
With Just One Look By Karen Horsley
with just one look the stars begin to spin in the sky my heartbeat fluttering my breathing rapid my head spinning, as the stars above me twinkle and glimmer against the dark curtain of night your eyes, like glittering stars intently staring into mine just one look and I am spinning out of control with the stars
Life is a Ceremony By Karen Horsley
From birth to death we strive to be free and live with a sense of autonomy To be independent and do what we want But the truth I’ve found just isn’t like that Instead we follow life’s set course moving along, from dot to dot The future, we think, is ours to shape We create our own chances, it’s not down to fate But predetermined ritual and rite and followed traditions guide our life From birth to death we strive to be free but is life, in fact, a ceremony?
Summer Flowers By Karen Horsley
Lush meadows ripen in the long days of summer The sun, a bright welcoming warmth Buds give way to blossom Turning green to gold As a carpet of buttercups washes across the field Delicate poppies Their petals ripple in the gentle breeze With a flowing, wave like motion Red over yellow, flickering Accents of stunning contrast Takes my breath away And I dream Of a world wrapped in summer flowers With colours exploding in front of my eyes Unleashing a sweet, fresh fragrance Apple blossom, honeysuckle And rose The scent of summer
Be My Angel By Karen Horsley
Be my angel, ever present You sit on my shoulder and whisper in my ear You guide me in my thoughts and actions I know you are there And that I’m not alone The life we travel we travel alone As time changes all and people fade from view Transient visitors to life We find ourselves the only constant
About Karen Horsley Karen Horsley is a British poet who began writing following diagnosis and treatment for breast cancer, through poetry Karen found a way to express and release her emotions. Her work has been published in anthologies by nOthing BOOKS and Forward Poetry. Karen’s debut collection of poetry Kaleidoscopic Beauty is available on Amazon.
POEMS BY SARAH RODRIGUEZ
Someone by Sarah Rodriguez
Love was something he felt But did not receive in return He always hoped to receive A little benevolence or sympathy. The world turned its back No one cared Not a single tear Would stop the overwhelming hatred. Hatred spreads more hatred From his fingertips to the ends of his hair The evil absorbed in his iron blood And turned it blue. Yet his beating heart still yearned For someone to love For someone to share The pleasures & pains of life.
Darkness By Sarah Rodriguez
The dim sun is tasty Its fiery juice trickles off my plump lips Only one bite remains Shall i plunge this world Into darkness forever? If eaten, This candle Will never light again Its brilliance Will be forgotten Why must it go? I cannot keep the bliss away The pause before chaos erupts Floods my face frozen Tears bead at the corners Why can’t I keep it down?
About Sarah Rodriguez Sarah lives in San Diego where she likes to paint and code up robots. When she's not doing that, she spends her time with her husband, son and 2 dogs.
POEMS BY LINDA M. CRATE
won't silence my magic by Linda M. Crate
they've told me i dream too big since day one, but perhaps their dreams aren't big enough; i want to be challenged, i want an adventure so that when i do get everything i aspired for and more that i have a story worth telling— always they told me to get my head out of the clouds, but i refuse; i always resisted and for that they hated me but i am a wild thing outside of their control— they make it clear i am not their cup of tea because i burn them in some way, but i am only trying to live my best life; just trying to bloom i am a flower that resurrects an immortal flame, a phoenix only wishing to spread feathers of love and light— always they've tried to silence my magic, but it speaks loudly because i have a power and voice all my own.
their frustrated fires by Linda M. Crate
they say the sky is the limit, but no one will limit me; i am limitless won't be defined by their terms i am who i am defining myself because if i listened to them i would never achieve anything less than self-loathing and defeat, but those aren't what i need or want; a negative mind cannot yield positive results so i just shoot for the moon because even if i land in the stars i'm glowing— i am immortal of the flame always rising from the ashes of yesterday nothing will keep me down especially not the expectations or rumors they whisper behind my back
not one of them is brave enough to communicate how they feel to my face so let them forever burn in frustration as i prove them wrong.
i will never surrender who i am by Linda M. Crate
they asked me to bury who i was, but i couldn't do that; i came from the darkness they planted me in as a wild thorned rose— only those who deserve my petals will know my fragrance otherwise they will bleed, for far too many moons people who have had no business being in my heart took up residence there; but now i am chopping down every toxic tree to make room for new pines and willows like the ones that whispered peace and compassion to me as a child when i sought refuge from a man who chose to be a monster—he tried to cut away my dreams, but only lit my fires all the more brighter; everything he said i couldn't do i sought to prove that i could because no one defines me except for me—i have slain my own monsters and shattered the masks of nightmares my entire life, and will continue to do so toward those who think they will break the dreams of dreamers because i am their queen; i will not let paradise shatter beneath the fangs of devils—i will take their vices and watch them hang themselves because life should be for everyone, we should all be able to accomplish our wishes and dreams no matter who we are; so don't tell me i need to be a certain way because i never will be anyone less than me—i am a goddess, powerful and divine full of magic and a voice all my own; i won't let you take that from me—i will never surrender who i am.
legendary, mythical phoenix by Linda M. Crate
you can sculpt a thousand pedestals and gilded cages for me, but i will never be held in the restraints of who people wish me to be; i am a sunset, raven, valkyrie of white wings, keeper of golden suns, daughter of the silver moon— a lie no matter how ornamented is still a lie so i won't sit in the boxes society says are mine for i am of a worth more infinite than rubies or diamonds, and my magic will not be shattered nor dimmed by the fallacy of their lies; my voice will always rise from the ashes for like the legendary mythical phoenix i will rise immortal of the flame burning every nightmare and monster who ever stood in the way of my dreams.
soul devouring cancer by Linda M. Crate
tripping over the tongues of syllables not theirs, i see so many swept away in the tide of who they do not want to be; i want to free them of their lofty prisons—they don't see they're only killing themselves and their dreams, but i can; and i refuse to be them—i will find my dreams, and i will use them to burn away the nightmares of my life; because life is too short to be a relic or a ruin long before your time is gone—so many archers have tried to take my heart, but it is mine; they have only tasted my thorns and bled for them because i won't give my flowers to just anyone—blowing out my candle won't make yours shine brighter, and i refuse to surrender my light; my love, my voice, my magic, my power isn't for anyone's use but mine—i will use my heart for good, and make this world somehow a little less evil for doing so because i refuse to accept that the status quo is the way things always were and will always need to be; we all have the right to be who we are and we should all be living our own dreams—anyone who tells you different needs to be cut out because they are a cancer that will devour your soul.
About Linda M. Crate Linda M. Crate's poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has five published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January 2014), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016), My Wings Were Made to Fly (Flutter Press, September 2017), and splintered with terror (Scars Publications, January 2018), and one micro-chapbook Heaven Instead (Origami Poems Project, May 2018). She is also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018).