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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: Celestial imagery

  • Băobèi – A Devotional Love Poem by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Băobèi was written last year during a season of longing—when affection felt vast, distant, and almost mythic. It lived quietly in my drafts, waiting for a moment when it could breathe on its own.

    This poem is devotion rendered as geography: islands, blossoms, moonlight, and stars becoming a language for love. It is about carrying someone in every word, every breath, every imagined horizon. About how a name can become a compass.

    Some poems are born loud.
    This one waited.

    Moonlit shoreline with cherry blossoms and glowing flowers beneath a star-filled sky
    A garden of light—where devotion blooms between shore, sky, and dream.

    Băobèi
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Băobèi—
    your beauty rivals that of the Sakura,
    petals like whispered secrets
    drifting through my ink-stained veins.
    And I got your name,
    tatted on the tip of my tongue,
    your essence lives in every word that I say,
    haunting the shadows of my pen,
    echoing in the silence between heartbeats.

    Now I’m hopping islands, in search of
    your divineness. Your royalty,
    I bow to you, your highness.
    I crowned you the queen
    of my twilight kingdom.
    Your loyal subjects,
    all shadows of my thoughts.

    Cherry blossoms fade,
    but your radiance lingers,
    Orchid petals from Mindoro
    drip like honeyed secrets,
    Lotus from distant ponds
    mirrors your serene grace,
    Frangipani drifts across the wind,
    carrying your laughter.
    Sampaguita blooms in hidden corners,
    its tiny white stars like your quiet strength,
    Ylang-ylang whispers perfume into the night,
    each scent a pulse of your heartbeat
    I am drawn to like the tide.

    I trace the heavens in your honor—
    a moon suspended over Manila Bay,
    its reflection trembling across dark water,
    mirroring the tremor in my chest
    each time your name passes my lips.
    The Milky Way drapes over islands and mountains,
    a silken veil for your light to wander beneath,
    and I follow, tracing your essence
    through ink, shadow, and the spaces between heartbeats,
    until the world itself becomes
    a garden of your light.

    You are the rose in my ruin,
    the bloom I cradle in the ashes of my nights,
    the ink I spill across silent pages,
    and I am forever your humble witness,
    your loyal poet in a kingdom
    built from devotion, dusk, and flame.

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

  • Shadows and Stars — A Neo-Gothic Love Poem About Imperfect Souls Orbiting Together

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Shadows and Stars grew out of that quiet kind of love that doesn’t ask for transformation—only truth. It’s a devotion rooted in darkness as much as light, where two imperfect people find a rhythm that doesn’t require saving or fixing, just seeing. This poem is about loving someone exactly as they are—the sharp edges, the softness, the chaos, the fire—and trusting that the right souls don’t dilute each other. They orbit together.

    “Two intertwined star constellations—one light, one shadowed—orbiting together in a night sky.”
    Two souls, bound by gravity and devotion, meeting where shadow and starlight become one.

    Shadows and Stars
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I am not here to save you,
    because I am no savior.
    And you—
    you are no damsel in distress,
    you’re just stressed.
    Life might be
    somewhat of a mess,
    but you’re still worth it,
    nonetheless.

    And I’m not here to fix you,
    because you’re not a fixer-upper.
    You’re a person—
    complex and perfect
    in your imperfections.
    Your darkness
    matches mine.
    I find,
    in these shadows,
    we’re two of a kind,
    you and I.

    No, I don’t want to change you.
    Why would I want to change you?
    To change you would be to
    sand down the edges I’ve come to love.
    You see—
    I love it when you’re mean.
    I love the bite, the burn, the sting.
    I love when you talk shit,
    spit venom.
    You say you’re crazy? I love that too.
    I love the attitude, the dominance you exude,
    and I love it when you’re gentle.
    It’s simple—
    it’s you. It’s always been.
    Two stars, orbit in tandem.

    And here we stay,
    constellations intertwined,
    your shadows in my light,
    my darkness in your shine.

    For more poetry, check the Library of Ashes.