Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Every poet eventually builds a world around their words.

Sometimes it starts with a page, sometimes with a character, sometimes with a joke—and sometimes it grows into something much bigger than expected.

So, consider this an introduction.

Welcome to the Hexverse.

— Rowan Evans

Welcome to the Hexverse
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Welcome to the Hexverse…

where the poet is mythmaker,
comedian and confessor,
part-time Pokémon professor—
cathedral keeper, secret weaver
with words that’ll turn worlds to believers—
multiverse shaper, multiform creator,
poet in heart, rapper in mind,
legend with pen, divine—

see the poet light up the dark,
they are the spark—the heart,
turning darkness into art—
translating rage from cage,
put it on the page in bars—
watch the poet bend the night,
shape the fight, ignite—
turning chaos into scripture,
pain into a living picture—

twist words to heal hurt,
metaphors make you think first—
the poet will pen a pail of water
to quench thirst—
but you can only lead the horse to it.

Journey into the Hexverse

[Louder Than the Rain]
A short confessional poem about the overwhelming noise of anxious thoughts, the strange silence of feeling alone in a crowded room, and finding a way to translate pain into words.

[Let Me Be Pacific]
A lyrical poem about sitting beside the Pacific Ocean and discovering that an enormous body of water can become a bridge between distant hearts. Through ocean imagery, wordplay, and reflections on California and the Philippines, Let Me Be Pacific explores how love and poetry can cross even the greatest distances.

[My Nightmare]
A poem about the nightmare of loving someone across distance, seeing the world from different perspectives, and holding onto the hope that the cracks can still be repaired—and that someday two separate shores might become one.

[Rose & Ruin]
Two minimalist poems exploring the opposing forces within creativity: the thoughts we cultivate into something beautiful and the darker thoughts we transform before they have a chance to decay.

[Conductor]
A dark, intimate poem about the strange power words can have over the reader—where rhythm, rhyme, and line breaks become instruments capable of reaching beyond the page.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]