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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: confidence

  • Don’t Push Me | A Playful Battle-Poetry Piece About Standing Your Ground

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Don’t Push Me is another exercise in letting my battle-poet voice stretch its legs.

    This isn’t meant as a literal threat or a callout toward any particular person. It’s playful bravado—the kind of exaggerated, cartoonish toughness that happens when I take an ordinary insult, run it through my sense of humor, and see how far I can push the rhyme.

    The opening starts with something I’ve genuinely heard for most of my life: being called “four-eyes.” From there, the poem turns that insult into ammunition. If you’re going to give me material, I’m going to make something out of it.

    And then, naturally, my brain couldn’t resist sabotaging the intimidation.

    I’m not— (shhh, nice kitty)

    Because apparently even Battle Rowan has an editor.
    Sometimes the strongest thing you can do with anger isn’t explode.
    Sometimes it’s turn it into a punchline.

    — Rowan Evans

    A confident poet wearing glasses stands on a dark stage with swirling ink and a mischievous cat silhouette behind them.
    Sometimes you don’t have to throw the first punch—you just have to know what to do with the material they give you.

    Don’t Push Me
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    You called me four-eyes?
    And you want me
    to react to that?
    I’ve had glasses since I was two,
    bifocals since five—
    I’ve had four eyes,
    longer than you’ve been alive.

    What’s next?
    You gonna call me slow?

    (I’m fast as fuck, boi.)

    Physically or mentally?
    Doesn’t matter though,
    there’s something
    you should know.

    I don’t back down,
    I stand my ground—
    because every fight I’m in,
    is like a fight for my life—
    I’m scrawny as fuck, man,
    still use no weapons—
    just fists, no knife.

    So trust me—

    you don’t want the jokes to stop,
    you don’t want to know
    what it’s like, when I really talk—

    so please don’t push me,
    ’cause I’m not— (shhh, nice kitty)

    Journey into the Hexverse…

    [B.S.T.F.U.]
    A playful battle-poetry exercise packed with insults, internal rhymes, punchlines, wordplay, and literary swagger. B.S.T.F.U. is Rowan Evans flexing the verbal muscles—not calling out anyone in particular.

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

  • You Are Perfect | An Encouraging Poem About Self-Worth and Self-Acceptance

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Some poems are meant to be complicated. This isn’t one of them.

    I wrote You Are Perfect as a reminder that our flaws don’t cancel our worth. We spend so much time measuring ourselves against impossible standards or letting other people decide what we’re worth that we forget something simple: being imperfect is part of being human.

    This poem isn’t saying you’ll never struggle or never doubt yourself. It’s saying those struggles don’t make you less deserving of love, respect, or compassion.

    If these words found you on a difficult day, I hope you borrow them until you can believe them for yourself.

    — Rowan Evans

    A person standing confidently at sunrise as flowers bloom around them, symbolizing self-worth and resilience.
    Your flaws don’t diminish your worth—they’re part of the story that makes you uniquely you.

    You Are Perfect
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Dear,
    whoever needs
    to hear this—

    you’re worth it,
    flaws and all—
    you’re perfect.

    So don’t let others
    tear you down,
    and tell you
    what your worth is.

    Keep your chin up—
    even when it’s hard.

    Don’t let the spectators
    see you sweat.
    Don’t let them see the tears,
    or the weight on your neck.

    Because not everyone
    knows how to be a witness—
    sometimes they don’t
    have your best in mind.

    They want to see you fail,
    they want to see you small.
    So keep your chin up,
    and stand tall—

    because it’s like I said
    in lines three through six:

    Hear this—

    you are worth it,
    with your flaws and all—

    Journey into the Hexverse…

    [Human Rorschach]
    Sometimes we’re less a fixed person than an inkblot—our meaning changing with every set of eyes that looks at us. Human Rorschach explores perception, identity, and the ways our own experiences shape what we believe we see in others.

    [A Rose in the Ashes]
    Lost within a forest where every leaf becomes a memory, the speaker follows darkness instead of fleeing from it, discovering that healing isn’t found at the end of the tunnel—but in facing the past long enough to notice a single rose blooming through the ashes.

    [Where the Metaphors Lead]
    Some truths are easier to write than they are to say aloud. “Where the Metaphors Lead” explores the quiet space between dreams, confession, and the courage it takes to let another person know how deeply they’ve become woven into your inner world.

    [Through My View]
    No two people experience the world the same way. Through My View is a reflective free verse poem exploring perspective, imagination, and the impossibility of fully seeing through another person’s eyes.

    [Just Human]
    Just Human is a reflective free verse poem about seeing people before borders, choosing empathy over division, and finding home in our shared humanity rather than on a map.

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

  • Finding Confidence in a Single Moment – Poem by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Sometimes the words we repeat aren’t ours.
    Tonight, in a single snapshot, I found the ones that finally belong…

    A picture of Me (Rowan Evans)!
    Took a picture. Looked at it. Thought… yup, I’m really fine.

    Damn, I’m Fine
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I’ve been saying I’m ugly for a while now,
    but I’m starting to think—
    those words were never mine.
    Because I took a picture tonight,
    and for the first time,
    I thought… damn, I’m fine.

    For my full collection of poems, check the archives here: [The Library of Ashes]