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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: comic book poetry

  • Mutant Ink | An X-Men-Inspired Battle Poem About Wordplay & Rebirth by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Some writers pick up a pen. Others discover they’ve accidentally assembled an entire mutant power set.

    Mutant Ink is my love letter to the X-Men universe, where every ability becomes another way to bend language, twist expectations, and leave a mark on the page. From mind-reading and magnetic control to teleportation, razor-sharp claws, and storms summoned through rhyme, this poem turns familiar mutant powers into weapons of wordplay. The references are playful, the bars are sharp, and the name-drops are absolutely intentional.

    But beneath the comic-book chaos is something that reaches beyond fandom. Creativity is its own kind of evolution. Sometimes a line needs to be dismantled, a verse needs to burn, and an entire draft needs to die before something better can rise in its place.

    That’s where Phoenix comes in.

    Because the goal isn’t simply to write another poem. It’s to become something more through the act of writing it. Every revision, every failure, every spark that refuses to die becomes part of the next transformation.

    Call it mutation. Call it ascension. Call it poetic evolution.

    Just don’t stand too close when the ink catches fire.

    — Rowan Evans

    A poet wields a glowing fountain pen amid floating metal, a teleportation vortex, storm clouds, and orange flames as a fiery phoenix rises from a burning manuscript, symbolizing mutant-inspired wordplay and creative rebirth.
    Sharp lines. Mutant powers. Burning ink. Sometimes the poem has to die before the Phoenix can rise.

    Mutant Ink
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I’m not Walken,
    my name’s not Christopher—
    I’m stuck in the chair,
    like my name’s Xavier—
    reading your thoughts
    displayed on the page—
    ink laid—I bend bars,
    the way Magneto does.

    And my mind is sharp,
    like my lines are,
    It’s Snikt!—
    every time I write bars,
    words so sharp—
    they’ll cut and leave scars.

    BAMF!
    That’s not a sound effect,
    that’s just what they call me.
    BAMF!
    I never left, no other dimension,
    I’m still here, you’re trippin’.
    They say it’s teleportation—
    I say misdirection—
    look away for one second,
    now I’m somewhere else
    in the sentence—

    I ink storms, and that’s why I
    always start with the dryline.
    I’ll hit you with cyclonic rhymes
    from a twisted mind—
    do you know what happens when
    a Toad gets struck by lightning?
    The same thing that happens
    to everything else—

    and the sky turns Grey,
    it’s usually blue as my Jeans are.
    But that’s what happens
    when Summers mix with Frost—
    turn the heat up, Hellfire Club.

    When the heat gets too high,
    I don’t break—
    I burn.
    Call it evolution,
    call it ascension,
    call it the moment every line
    catches fire at once—

    I go full Phoenix,
    rising out the rhyme scheme,
    feathers made of flame,
    every word a rebirth—
    because sometimes the only way
    to finish a poem
    is to let it die—
    and rise again, stronger.

    Journey into the Hexverse

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

  • New God With a Pen (Red Rage, Yellow Fear) | A DC-Inspired Battle Poem by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    New God With a Pen (Red Rage, Yellow Fear) is me taking the battle-poet persona and throwing it directly into the DC Universe.

    The premise is simple: if I’m going to write like my pen has powers, why stop at superheroes? Give me Superman’s rage, Batman’s fear, Darkseid’s cosmic scale, and an Anti-Life Equation made entirely of rhyme—and suddenly the notebook becomes its own comic-book universe.

    The important part is that the destruction stays where it belongs: on the page.

    This is playful bravado, exaggerated power-scaling, and a little comic-book absurdity wrapped around the idea that a pen can make a poet feel damn near omnipotent.

    Apparently, today my ink wanted to become a New God.

    — Rowan Evans

    A poet holding a glowing pen amid red rage and yellow fear energy beneath a towering cosmic comic-book figure.
    The pen got cosmic. The rhyme scheme got dangerous. The notebook became a universe.

    New God With a Pen (Red Rage, Yellow Fear)
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I am Metropolis in the shadows,
    and Gotham in the light—
    that might feel backwards,
    but it’s not—

    I’m Superman with a red ring when I write,
    unstoppable and full of rage—
    but I keep the rage contained to the page,
    so while I might slaughter you—
    you’ll be both victim and witness.
    Because you’ll be able to read it too,
    like headline news, front page—

    and if you think that’s bad, no dear—
    I’m Yellow Lantern Batman,
    I rule the shadows and control fear.
    I’ll write lines so terrifying,
    they make you want to disappear—
    and so you know, I deleted four lines…

    there were more disses here.

    I write lines so tight with rhymes
    that hit so hard, even Darkseid
    looks at me like a New God now.
    I put the Anti-Life Equation
    in my lines, that’s why my rhymes
    have the power to control minds.

    You can’t compete with me.
    I’ve beaten you completely.

    Journey into the Hexverse

    [The Sacred Timeline]
    From childhood stories about Dragon Ball Z, Power Rangers, and Pokémon to gothic cathedrals, ravens, roses, identity, healing, and experimentation, The Sacred Timeline traces how Rowan Evans’s relationship with the pen evolved across thirty-six years—and how the ink remained while the writer kept changing.

    [The Metaphor Machine]
    A poem that takes apart its own machinery as it runs—breaking lines, breaking thoughts, and following metaphors from moonlight to tides, oceans, shorelines, and city streets.

    [Welcome to the Hexverse]
    Step into the Hexverse—a poetic world where mythmaking, humor, rage, creativity, and confession collide, and darkness becomes something that can be reshaped into art.

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

  • Comic Book Confidence | A Funny Superhero-Inspired Poem by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Comic Book Confidence is me asking a very important question:

    What if I had superhero confidence without actually having superhero powers?

    The answer, apparently, is several increasingly terrible decisions.

    I wanted to play with the mythology of comic-book heroes—the wall-crawling, flying, super-speed, impossible confidence—and translate that into a deliberately ridiculous poetic narrative. Every time the speaker decides they must have discovered a new power, reality immediately provides a correction.

    That’s what makes the piece fun for me. It’s not really about superheroes; it’s about confidence outrunning competence.

    And maybe that’s something worth laughing at in ourselves sometimes. We imagine ourselves as Spider-Man, Superman, The Flash, Batman—and then gravity reminds us that we’re still just people.

    So this is Battle Rowan in a different form:

    No superpowers.
    No safety net.
    Just confidence, bad decisions, and a pen.

    — Rowan Evans

    A confident poet poses like a superhero while comic-inspired energy, flying pages, and signs of failed superhero attempts surround them.
    Turns out confidence is a superpower. Unfortunately, gravity isn’t impressed.

    Comic Book Confidence
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Put glue on my hands,
    and try to climb the walls—
    yeah, tried to Spider-Man it.
    Fell, got hurt, it was a curse—
    goddamnit!

    Okay, so that’s not the power I got
    and honestly, I’m shocked—
    Maybe I can fly? Maybe I’ll try,
    sheet tied and I climbed, high—
    from this vantage point I could see,
    everyone looking like ants to me.

    Took one step then up, up and away.
    I jumped toward the summit—I Superman’d it.
    For a second, thought I made it—
    but really, I just—plummet.
    Yes, there I was hurtling—
    quick as shit toward the Earth,
    oh man, this is gonna hurt,
    just as soon as I hit the dirt.

    Oof, cough, wheeze—
    that was me trying to breathe.
    I had hit chest first,
    knocked the air out of me—
    I struggled to my feet,
    stumbling into a jog—
    like I had somewhere to be,
    and someone to meet—

    but I just had to run it off,
    Barry Allen, vibrating through a wall—
    or nah—
    smashed my head, I’m wobblin’—
    vision blurred, words slurred,
    delusion settin’ in—now I think I’m Batman
    and I’m Robin.

    Journey into the Hexverse…

    [Kaio-ken with a Pen/Zenkai]
    Two Dragon Ball-inspired battle poems about creative power, survival, and coming back stronger. Kaio-ken with a Pen brings the attack, while Zenkai (Stronger Now) delivers the aftermath: push me to the edge, and I’ll return stronger than before.

    [The Inkbender]
    What if poetry was another form of bending? The Inkbender transforms the philosophies of Avatar: The Last Airbender into a celebration of language, creativity, rage, healing, and the power of the written word.

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

  • Back to Darkseid — A Poem About Chaos, Identity, and the Mind

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    This poem started as play.

    I wasn’t trying to be deep or careful — I was letting my brain sprint, letting pop culture, mythology, and intrusive thoughts collide on the page. Comics, villains, alter egos, masks — all the familiar metaphors we use when our minds feel too loud to live in quietly.

    What surprised me wasn’t the darkness, but the balance. This isn’t a descent — it’s a return with awareness. Standing in the light doesn’t mean pretending the shadows don’t exist. It means no longer fearing them.

    This is what it feels like when poetry stops being a tool and starts being a force — when the ink takes over, and you let it.

    Surreal illustration of a figure in shadow with ink tendrils rising up their spine, symbolizing chaos, identity, and creative obsession.
    Where chaos, identity, and ink collide.

    Back to Darkseid
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I walk in,
    ready to rock
    like a shock
    to the system.

    Watch me
    ghost ride the whip,
    hit you with the
    penance stare.

    Watch as you become
    hyper aware
    of every misdeed,
    and every sin seeps
    into the veins.

    It circulates
    until it hits
    the brain.

    Lights out.

    Silence.

    My noggin’s
    an asylum,
    I’m sick in the head.
    Coin flip of fate,
    I’m two-faced
    with my joker’s thoughts.

    I’m a dark knight,
    on a dark night—
    fighting the monsters
    that my mind creates.

    Don’t try to figure me out.
    I’m an enigma, a riddle
    with no answer.

    A twisted harlequin
    in a garden
    made by Ivy.
    Each petal unfurls,
    guiding—
    leading me back
    from the edge.

    Now I’m standing in the light,
    back to Darkseid—
    I no longer fear
    Apocalypse.

    Watch my ink
    twist into tendrils.
    Watch as they
    wrap around,
    and creep up
    my spine like venom.
    Watch as poetry
    slowly,
    takes over
    my mind.

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

  • Slim & Shady VII: Multiverse & Madness – Rowan Evans Poetry

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Step inside a storm. Step inside me. Slim & Shady is not a voice borrowed from another—it is mine: reverent, sly, untamed, and unapologetically chaotic. This piece does not whisper. It does not pause. It collides worlds, universes, and characters, letting the lines crash into each other like supernovae of thought and fire.

    This is a poem for those who can feel intensity as a pulse, who can ride the chaos instead of fleeing it. Let it overwhelm. Let it dazzle. Let it press every sensory button you didn’t know you had. In this multiverse of madness, every reference, every rhyme, every collision is intentional—it is me, fully unleashed, letting the cosmos of my mind spill into ink.

    Do not attempt to tame this. Do not attempt to categorize it. Let Slim & Shady lead you through a frenzy of fandom, obsession, and wild, reverent devotion to the art of rhyme itself.

    Buckle in. The ride is relentless.

    —Rowan Evans

    Chaotic multiverse battle scene blending anime, comics, and video games, representing the energy of Slim & Shady VII.
    Slim & Shady VII: Multiverse & Madness – A collision of worlds, chaos, and creativity in Rowan Evans’ epic poetic vision.

    Slim & Shady VII: Multiverse & Madness
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I’m slim and shady, reverent and sly,
    Here til the end, til the day I die.
    Do you see it? Do you feel it?
    The fire inside—a mask for madness,
    Insanity divine, I rhyme like a master.
    You can call me Splinter.
    You’re nothing to me, turtles in a half-shell,
    You can call me Shredder.

    Yeah, it’s morphin’ time,
    The way I flip these rhymes.
    Rita, you’re repulsing,
    So I come dangerous, call me Zedd,
    Aiming at your dome, coming straight for your head.

    Magneto bending metal like a verse from my mind,
    Venom wrapping syllables around your spine.
    Batman lurking in the shadows of my rhyme,
    Joker laughs in meter, chaos in perfect time.

    Ichigo’s Bankai, slicing through the night,
    Vegeta’s pride igniting Super Saiyan might.
    Light Yagami’s notebook—every word a deathly bite,
    Alphonse’s armor echoing the pain I write.

    Aizen schemes, a chessboard in every line,
    Frieza laughs, snapping planets in my rhyme.
    Goku goes Ultra Instinct, faster than the mind,
    Every punch, every kick—syllables entwined.

    Scorpion, “Finish Him!”—spines crack with my sound,
    Sub-Zero freezing verses, bodies hit the ground.
    Mario stomps Bowser, coins raining like my bars,
    Link swings Master Sword, cutting through scars.

    Geralt of Rivia, silver sword and potion swirl,
    Kaer Morhen nights, monsters get unfurled.
    Bowser roars, Peach jumps, chaos in pixel swirl,
    Level up, final boss—yeah, it’s my world.

    Starkiller ignites the Force, lightning from my hand,
    Vader’s choke across the verse, hear it expand.
    Lightsabers clash in the cadence of my flow,
    Sith and Jedi—watch the galaxy explode.

    Deadpool breaks the fourth wall, laughs bleeding through the page,
    Thanos snaps reality, I escape the cage.
    Battle Royale screams, students clash, ink like rage,
    Ichi’s knife cuts, shadows dancing on the stage.

    Time collapses, multiverse bending in rhyme,
    DBZ explosions colliding with Bleach’s divine.
    Every hero, villain, anti-hero—cross the line,
    The cadence accelerates—my chaos, my design.

    We’re spinning worlds, colliding comics, anime, and game,
    Slim & Shady VII—madness has a name.
    Through multiverse and madness, the rhymes don’t tire,
    All-out, all-burning—one verse, infinite fire.

    Deadpool, Wolverine, Venom, Darkseid collide,
    Vader chokes, Thanos snaps, Loki’s tricks amplified,
    Goku screams, Vegeta blasts, Frieza’s tail flicked,
    Ichigo Bankai, Aizen plots, Light’s justice strict.

    Mario stomps, Bowser roars, Zelda’s magic weaves,
    Link swings, Ganondorf schemes, Goombas take their leave,
    Geralt slashes, Roach tramples, Ciri blurs the field,
    Sub-Zero ice, Scorpion fire, Mortal Kombat sealed.

    Harley flips, Joker laughs, Deathstroke marks his prey,
    Storm strikes, Doom plots, Magneto bends the day,
    Kaio-ken, Spirit Bomb, Alphonse chains the steel,
    Ed’s transmutation, Philosopher’s Seal surreal.

    Dragonball sky-high, Bleach streets ignite,
    MCU crashes, Scarlet Witch warps the night,
    Battle Royale bullets ping, Ichi’s grin obscene,
    Infinity verse detonates—every universe seen.

    🎭 Slim & Shady Series 🎭

    If you are interested in reading the whole series, find it here: The Slim & Shady Series