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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: free verse poetry

  • Sacred Misfits | A K-Pop Inspired Poem About Outsiders, Art, and Identity

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    This poem started as a challenge to myself — a moment of curiosity and play. I wanted to see if I could weave a constellation of K-pop references into a poem without losing sincerity, rhythm, or heart.

    But somewhere along the way, it stopped being about references at all.

    This piece became a quiet dedication to the outsiders, the ones who move differently, create loudly, and refuse to shrink themselves for comfort. It’s about lineage — musical, creative, generational — and about writing for the people who don’t quite fit the mold, but keep building their own anyway.

    This poem is for the misfits, the monsters, the ones finding their voice and stomping forward unapologetically.

    Illustration of a diverse group of artists standing together beneath glowing city lights, symbolizing creativity, rebellion, and belonging.
    For the outsiders, the monsters, and everyone bold enough to carve their own lane.

    Sacred Misfits
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    When I write
    universes are created,
    every stanza
    a BIGBANG.

    It’s no Secret,
    why I write so fast.
    This is real life,
    no special f(x)—
    pen to paper,
    a masterpiece
    in 4Minutes flat.

    I’ve written
    poems to inspire
    women.
    To show them
    they’re all
    Wonder Girls.

    Because I truly believe
    this is a—
    Girls’ Generation.

    I’ve been doing this
    for a long time.
    I’ve been doing this since
    before I was 2NE1.

    Now I write for
    the Stray Kids,
    the sacred misfits—
    and every outcast,
    made to shrink.

    I write for
    the BABYMONSTERs,
    the big stompers—
    and anyone paving
    their own lane.

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

  • Can You Sit With Yourself? | A Poem About Self-Confrontation and Inner Truth

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Sometimes the hardest place to be is alone with your own thoughts.
    Not distracted. Not performing. Not numbed.
    Just you—unfiltered, unguarded, uncomfortably present.

    This piece isn’t about self-love as a slogan.
    It’s about self-confrontation.
    About whether you can remain seated when there’s no one left to impress, no one left to blame, and no one left to lean on.

    Because growth doesn’t begin when things feel good.
    It begins when you stop running.

    — Rowan Evans

    A solitary person sitting quietly in a dim room, symbolizing self-reflection and inner confrontation.
    Sometimes the hardest company to keep is your own.

    Can You Sit With Yourself?
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Can you sit
    with yourself?
    Not on a pedestal,
    not on a shelf—
    can you fucking
    sit with your
    self?

    In your thoughts,
    in your mind—
    can you wander,
    can you stroll,
    or would you be
    troubled
    by what you find?

    Would you bend,
    or break—
    could you carry
    the weight?

    Fight the urge
    to turn,
    to run.

    Could you stay…

    or would you be
    troubled
    enough
    to leave?

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