This poem is a celebration of the moment your body finally lets go and follows the music, not with your head, but with your soul. Itās an invitation to dance barefoot and free, without holding back, as if nothing else in the world matters. It gently dares you to find that secret place inside where joy lives, and let it move you until you feel fully, wildly alive.
Eve likes this type of dance; it is healing to her.
Dear Lovestar,
I have not needed to journal lately, yet here I am with my newest goddess poetry and another parallel project (later, it’ll be harder to find even more lost poems, I am organizing the important ones).
On this blog I will expand on all these goddesses, and we will do a huge deep dive. So, let us get inspired by the goddesses.
This poem started it all. Artemis, a goddess I had wanted to write about for a long while. I learned a lot about Artemis before I could write this little poem. Yet I will be writing more to add to it.
I will need to dedicate an entire post to this poem.
This poem just ended up talking about Aphrodite and Dionysus. It was unintended. We will talk more about this topic as well.
One of these ancient goddesses of love was the first nudist whether it was Aphrodite or not. I do not know who the first one was. I mean in an alternate to the bible reality.
In the bible, the first nudist is Eve.
One good way to observe Aphroodite is nude and also with foot on ground as the ancients did in Rome for the Venus festival per the ancient Roman poet whose reference one day I will find again because I lost it.
PDF of the collection will be available once I am done adding poems to it.
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Eve
You can worship my body
As the temple
Of the goddess.
I kept looking for magic
in the world
and missed my own.
If you want to relate
to the surface level me,
you will miss my deep layers
And the best is within.
The Underworld (Scorpio Poetry)
I visit the underworld
by the hour,
I leave the world,
in the darkness
get lost,
then emerge
renewed.
Your Sin
I'm not a sinner
in your arms,
I'm the sin!
Give in....
The poet
fills his lungs
with art
If you think
I'm beautiful,
I'm not grateful:
You're welcome, though.
Eve
Just kidding
Joke aside, I realized that the early morning is an amazing time to connect, as a couple yes, but also with the babies we made. I like to start my day cuddling.
Introducing: Siren Chants – a siren romance.
Hi Romantasy lovers. If you don’t know me, my name is Eve, and I’m a poetess. I write about Love as Eve Lovestar.
I am writing my first book and I chose romantasy because that’s my mind, all day long.
I think I’m a mermaid underneath. My lover likes a siren, and this theme will not leave me alone. I have written about it for a while.
I write lots of poetry about this topic, and now I will be writing an entire story. I love it.
Follow the story on this blog and on X @evelovestar
#romantasy #siren #Sirenchants #sirens #books
Introducing: Siren Chants – a siren romance.
Hi Romantasy lovers. If you don’t know me, my name is Eve, and I’m a poetess. I write about Love as Eve Lovestar.
I am writing my first book and I chose romantasy because that’s my mind, all day long.
I think I’m a mermaid underneath. My lover likes a siren, and this theme will not leave me alone. I have written about it for a while.
I write lots of poetry about this topic, and now I will be writing an entire story. I love it.
Follow the story on this blog and on X @evelovestar
#romantasy #siren #Sirenchants #sirens #books
I am a researcher, studying Love and getting little insights of information as poetry. I love this life and one day I will have to tell you about my Love finds in deeper ways than poetry.
This poem is my epic Dreamy Vampire translated. This poem is heavy with love mystery, can you perceive it?
Dear Lovestar,
The Spanish one is potent! I mean, learn Spanish! Wow, I am sweating.
The first two verses are exactly the same. The next two verses are different. The Spanish one translates to:
"There is no lack
There is only the sky"
(An obvious reference to sex and pleasure)
The first three verses of the second stanza are different and it closes with the same last line. The second stanza translates like this:
"He tastes me with his breath,
His voice, and his fingers.
I am his food,
Dreamy vampire."
So, it appears that only the first two verses of the first stanza and the last verse of the last stanza are the same. But that was the essence of the poem, and all the additional ideas fit.
Dear Lovestar,
I am a poetess. This means I am a poet who writes from her femininity. It also means I have a connection to history. Poetess is a word you find in ancient history, which also means it is a word that is connected to ancient mystery.
As a mouthpiece for poetry, I am not humble about my relationship with poetry. Which doesn’t mean that I am egotistical about poems I write, because they don’t belong to me, poems simply exist, I hear them, then, since they’re energy, I translate them into words.
My poetry, comprised of thoughts I hear, spirit talk, my conversations with Venus, inspired inspiration, channeled stuff, thoughts that come through, and more. I have made myself open to the lady poetry and as a humble (I was not humble in the previous paragraph, but I change fast lol) slave to poetry, poetry showers me with all kinds of creations.
I am Cuban, Spanish my first language. Spanish is a gendered language, which means I am very comfortable using language that exposes my gender, example “amiga” female friend vs “amigo” male friend, I am an “amiga”. I don’t feel uncomfortable, at all, about gendered language including the feminine form of a noun that describes me, or the adjectives that are used to describe me.
In fact, I am very proud to be a female, and I do mostly everything from my femininity.
I do not like this new drive to be masculine and I do not resonate with it.
I also do not believe that using feminine words takes anything from me, on the contrary. Know I am not a poet, I am a poetess. Ready to fall is Love?
Free my light
From the claws of the dark
The darkest darks,
The sad implants
I've received this life.
Free my light,
And earn my Love.
Poetess write with the heart:
Beating blood stains her verse.
Her Love is a superpower,
She fears no emotion,
Her expression pure and raw.
A poetess has a connection,
Secret, but connected to the divine.
Pure mystery, what is feeding her?
Beloveds, I am but a simple mouthpiece, through me come poetry, but understanding is not of our dimension. I do not understand the mystery of poetry, I simply know there is mystery here.
I study this mystery, and I will continue to talk about this mystery and any clue I find, I will share, of course.
When you support poetry, poetry supports you
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