Tag: devotion poetry

  • Author’s Note

    Unshaken Ground was written during a season of reflection about what love truly means. So often we’re taught that love is sudden, dramatic, or overwhelming – but the kind of love I believe in is built slowly and intentionally. Like a house with a strong foundation, it requires patience, car, and the willingness to lay each stone deliberately.

    This poem explores the idea that real devotion isn’t fragile or fleeting. It’s steady. It grows through distance, through time, through trust carefully built piece by piece. The speaker offers not grand promises made in haste, but a quiet vow: to build something strong enough to last.

    At its heart, Unshaken Ground is about creating a safe space for another person’s heart – a love that stands firm no matter how long the journey takes.

    Rowan Evans


    Stone foundation overlooking the ocean at sunset symbolizing steadfast love and a strong emotional foundation
    Love worth keeping is not built in a moment—it is laid stone by stone, steady and unshaken.

    Unshaken Ground
    Poetry by Rowan Evans
    (written February 20th, 2025)

    I do not build on sand, fleeting and weak,
    where waves of doubt erode what we seek.
    No, my muse, I carve each stone with care,
    laying them firm, piece by piece, laid bare.

    This foundation is not rushed nor undone,
    it’s tempered in patience, beneath the same sun.
    Brick by brick, trust will rise,
    a home for your heart behind steadfast eyes.

    The distance may stretch like an endless sea,
    but my words are the bridges from you to me.
    Each vow I craft, a pillar strong,
    to hold you safe where you belong.

    You are worthy of towers kissed by gold,
    of walls that shelter from nights so cold.
    Not a castle of glass, fragile and thin,
    but a fortress where love will not cave in.

    I will weave my devotion like roots in the earth,
    steady and deep, proving your worth.
    No fleeting storm can wash me away,
    I am here, my muse, I will always stay.

    And one day, no oceans to stand in our way,
    I’ll cross them all—just to say, I stayed.
    Not just in words, but in presence and touch,
    to give you the love you’ve deserved so much.


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

  • Author’s Note

    This poem is about devotion without submission, and love without surrendering your voice.
    It’s not about violence or divinity—it’s about resolve.
    About the kind of care that doesn’t beg to be heard, but stands firm and says: this matters.

    I Meant It lives in the space where fear turns into courage, where love doesn’t make you smaller—it makes you louder.

    Rowan Evans


    A lone figure standing defiantly before glowing, cracked gates in the clouds, symbolizing courage, devotion, and finding one’s voice.
    Love doesn’t always kneel. Sometimes, it stands its ground.

    I Meant It
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Every time I said
    I’d box God for you,
    I meant it.
    If the weight
    doesn’t lift,
    I’ll go ballistic—
    kicking the pearly gates
    off their hinges.

    I’ll walk in,
    ready to stand on business.
    I won’t beg, won’t plead—
    I’ll stand in defiance,
    ready to riot.
    But I won’t take
    the first swing.

    I’ll just make sure
    they know,
    it’s you—
    I’m doing this for.

    Because,
    the truth is—

    You make me brave,
    in ways
    I didn’t know
    I could be.

    And—
    it’s because of you
    my voice sings now.
    Because of you,
    I can be loud.
    I can stand
    and say,
    what I mean now.


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

  • Author’s Note

    This poem is about wanting a partner who doesn’t try to tame your chaos—but understands it, challenges it, and chooses it anyway. Waiting for My Harley isn’t about obsession or imbalance; it’s about mutual fire, movement, and the kind of love that refuses to let either person grow stagnant.


    A lone figure under neon lights with ivy around their heart, waiting for a partner who matches their chaos.
    Some hearts aren’t meant to be tamed—only met.

    Waiting for My Harley
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I’m just a Joker,
    with a heart
    wrapped in Ivy.

    A little insane,
    looking for the
    insane that’ll stand
    beside me.

    I’m looking for my Harley.
    The one that’ll push me,
    will never let me stay static,
    hardly.

    She can—
    match my chaos,
    match my flame.
    She can—
    hold the chaos
    in my name.

    I’m just a Joker,
    with a heart
    wrapped in Ivy.
    An open spot
    in my heart,
    waiting for my Harley.


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

  • Author’s Note

    Perfection is not about erasing cracks, hiding shadows, or smoothing edges until nothing is left. It’s about recognizing the light that lives within the cracks, the beauty that thrives alongside the flaws.

    This poem is for anyone who has been told they’re “too much,” “not enough,” or “broken.” You are all of it — and still worthy of being loved exactly as you are. And sometimes, being perfect is less about the world seeing it, and more about the one person who truly does.


    “Moonlight illuminates golden cracks in a weathered stone, symbolizing the beauty in imperfection and inner light.”
    “Even the cracks hold light — a reminder that perfection is found in the perfectly imperfect.”

    Perfect — For Me
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    When I say you’re perfect,
    I don’t mean you have no flaws.

    When I say you’re perfect,
    I mean you’re perfectly imperfect—
    Your flaws mirror mine.

    When I say you’re perfect,
    I mean you’re perfectly imperfect…
    and that’s beautifully divine.

    When I say you’re perfect,
    what I really mean is…
    you’re perfect —
    for me.


    If this piece resonated with you—check out more of my work in The Library of Ashes, my living archives.