Tag: devotion poetry

  • 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.