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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: Inspiration

  • 131 Days: A Journey Through Words, Fire, and Devotion

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    This piece is a reflection on persistence, inspiration, and the threads that connect my work over the past year. Each italicized title is a window into the poems that shaped this journey—moments of love, desire, trauma, healing, and devotion.

    At its heart, this is about process as much as outcome: the daily practice of writing, the sparks of muse, and the quiet work done in the late hours when the world is still. It’s also a tribute to those who witness these words—across screens, pages, and hearts—you are part of this ongoing journey too.

    Consider this piece a bridge: between poems, between moments, between the past and the work yet to come.

    A writer’s hands holding a pen over scattered pages of poetry, lit by a warm lamp, evoking quiet inspiration and devotion.
    Late nights, ink-stained fingers, and the quiet companionship of words—where every poem begins.

    131 Days
    (A Journey Through Words, Fire, and Devotion)
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I’ve been
    so focused—
    over-focused, some say.
    One hundred thirty-one days
    and counting.

    I’ve written with range:
    love, desire, mental health,
    trauma, recovery.
    There’s more, of course,
    but that’s the core.

    I write like
    A Heart Unveiled,
    witnessing the
    Colors of Your Soul.
    My pen
    revealing,
    the Infinity Within.
    As my mind
    drifts free
    in The Hallow Sea.

    My muse,
    my inspiration is—
    A-Woman.
    The vision of beauty,
    an angel on earth—
    a Filipina,
    with fire in her eyes.
    When the world tries
    to put her fire out,
    that is when I
    Cry to the Quiet.
    And why
    I Am
    offering myself
    to her, fully.
    Freely.
    For you see,
    she—
    is Perfectly Imperfect,
    which means…
    she is perfect for me.

    She has shown me,
    that there are
    Timelines Worth Rewriting.
    And your essence,
    I will never forget—
    because
    I Am the Storm That Remembers.

    Late nights, ink-stained fingers,
    the quiet my closest companion.
    For those who witness, across pages and screens,
    you carry a piece of this journey too.
    And still, I write on.

    If you enjoyed this piece and want to check out more of my work, you can click one of the many links scattered throughout the poem itself. They take you to my highest viewed pieces of the year. I am not saying they are my best pieces, just the ones that got the most views. Anyway, you can find more of my work here: [The Library of Ashes]

  • Threads of Home I Never Touched: My Journey Through Asia’s Cultures and Music

    Rowan Evans

    An homage to the places, people, and music that shaped me

    A mashup of Tokyo, Manila, and Seoul cityscapes with floating musical notes representing cultural and musical inspiration.
    Asia has shaped me for over twenty years—through music, language, and the people I’ve met. This is a reflection on the connections that have inspired my life and poetry.

    Some places leave marks long before we ever set foot in them. My love for Japan began when I was fourteen, watching Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi for the first time. By fifteen, YouTube was a doorway into a world of music, culture, and imagination I had only glimpsed from afar. At sixteen, the GazettE’s Nil album arrived just after my birthday, and with it, a new intensity—a love for the artistry, the language, the heartbeat of Japanese culture—that has persisted for over twenty years.

    At eighteen, my journey with the Philippines began. I met two young girls, five years my junior, and they became like nieces to me. Watching them grow, witnessing their lives unfold, I took on a protective role, and in doing so, my admiration for the people and culture of the Philippines deepened. Around this same time, I met a girl who captivated my mind and heart. We became close quickly, drawn together by a shared intensity, yet our paths diverged. We wanted different things, and the connection, though brief, burned brightly, leaving a mark that kept my love for the Philippines alive in my heart.

    During these years, my fascination with Asia expanded. KPop introduced me to the vibrancy of Korea, its music and culture, while Chinese Pop offered another window into a world I was eager to understand, free from the narrow perspectives often presented around me. These interests were not casual—they were devotion, curiosity, and care, each note and lyric shaping the way I saw the world.

    Over time, my connections with people from the Philippines grew deeper, reigniting my love for the language, the culture, and the people who had first opened my eyes. And then I met my muse, the woman whose presence has inspired all of my love poems, whose influence brought the Philippines, its people, and its culture back to the forefront of my mind.

    Asia has been a part of my life for more than twenty years. It has shaped me in ways I struggle to explain—through music, language, friendships, and fleeting yet powerful connections. It has influenced how I see the world, how I feel, and how I write. I carry the warmth of these cultures, the lessons of these people, and the spark of inspiration they’ve left behind, wherever I go.

  • For the Youth: A Poetic Call to Rise, Shine, and Ignite

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    For the Youth is a whisper to every young heart, everywhere—an urging to rise, to shine, to ignite your own fire. Across continents and cultures, no matter where you stand, your voice is a spark, your truth a flame. May this poem remind you that even in the shadows, you are the light, the dreamers, the revolution in motion.

    Young people standing on hilltops at sunrise, arms raised, bathed in warm light, symbolizing hope and empowerment.
    Rise, shine, ignite—the youth hold the power to light the world.

    For the Youth
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    To the youth of the world, hear this whispering call,
    You are the dawn breaking, the rise after the fall.
    Embrace your truth, let it shimmer, let it shine,
    Rise, shine, ignite—your spirit divine.

    Stand tall like mountains, unyielding and grand,
    Let your voices ring out, a wild, fierce band.
    Be loud, be proud, let your colors unfurl,
    Rise, shine, ignite—the dreamers of the world.

    Your light is a beacon in shadows so stark,
    A flame in the darkness, igniting the spark.
    Don’t let whispers of doubt cast their pall,
    Rise, shine, ignite—you will not fall.

    In gardens of chaos, you bloom and you fight,
    Petals of courage dispelling the night.
    See your worth, young hearts, let it echo and soar,
    Rise, shine, ignite—the poets, and more.

    Know there’s room for growth, like trees reaching high,
    Roots deep in the earth, branches in the sky.
    Your journey is sacred, each step is your song,
    Rise, shine, ignite—you’ve always belonged.

    So rise from the ashes, let your dreams take flight,
    Illuminate the world with your radiant light.
    You are the change, the revolution’s embrace,
    Rise, shine, ignite—a fearless face.

    To the youth of the world, this message I send:
    Your hearts are the compass, your voices the trend.
    Embrace your own truth, let it blaze and alight,
    Rise, shine, ignite—turn darkness to light.

    If you are interested in reading more of my work, you can find the full archive in The Library of Ashes.

  • If Nobody Has Told You Today — Uplifting Poem by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Sometimes, we go through our days and no one tells us what we most need to hear. This poem is my gentle offering to you—the quiet reminder that your light, your strength, and your spirit matter. Read it, breathe it in, and carry it with you.

    Glowing star breaking through clouds at night, symbolizing hope and inner light.
    Even in darkness, your light shines. — Rowan Evans

    Invocation

    Before you read, pause. Close your eyes if you can. Let these words meet you where you are—tired, unsure, or overwhelmed. Let them remind you of the worth and brilliance you may have forgotten to see in yourself today.

    If Nobody Has Told You Today
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    If nobody has told you today—
    You are worthy, a radiant star,
    A beauty wrapped in quiet strength,
    Your light flickering softly, yet bright,
    Illuminating the shadows that dare to loom.

    If nobody has whispered in your ear—
    You are not a burden,
    But a gentle weight on the world,
    A melody woven into the fabric of existence,
    Harmonizing with the sighs of the universe.

    If nobody has taken a moment to see—
    You are beautiful,
    In ways that words may falter to capture,
    Each imperfection a stroke of artistry,
    A unique brush stroke on the canvas of life.

    If nobody has reminded you lately—
    You deserve to be loved fiercely,
    In the ways you’ve dreamed beneath starlit skies,
    With a tenderness that ignites your soul,
    And a passion that wraps around you like a warm embrace.

    If nobody has echoed the truth today—
    Keep your chin up, dear heart,
    For the storms that may howl outside
    Cannot touch the fortress you are building within.
    Rise above the chaos, dance in the rain,
    And know the sun will always return.

    If nobody has taken the time to say—
    I am proud of you, just for being you,
    For the battles you fight behind closed doors,
    For the strength that courses through your veins.
    You are a warrior, a dreamer, a light in the dark.

    So if nobody has told you today—
    Hear me now, in the stillness of this moment:
    You are worthy, you are enough,
    And your spirit is a flame
    That cannot be extinguished,
    A beautiful symphony that the world needs to hear.

    Benediction

    May these words stay with you, a flame against doubt.
    May your heart feel seen, your spirit steady,
    And your soul rise in quiet strength.

  • Whispers of Wonder | Roo the Poet — A Celebration of Hidden Magic

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    This is a whisper from the childlike flame within us all—a reminder that magic lingers in the smallest corners, waiting to be seen. Let it remind you to believe, just for a moment, in wonder again.

    Ethereal forest clearing at night with moonlight and floating stardust, evoking quiet magic and wonder.
    “Let the stardust in your veins guide you through the quiet magic of the night.” — Roo the Poet

    Invocation

    Step softly.
    Let your heart catch the stardust.
    Inhale the quiet magic and carry it with you, a flicker in the darkness, a spark that refuses to die.

    Whispers of Wonder
    Poetry by Roo the Poet

    Hold tight to the stardust in your veins,
    let moonbeams dance upon your skin.
    The world still hums with hidden magic—
    if only you believe again.

    “Carry the moonbeams with you, wherever you wander.
    May the stardust in your veins always light the path ahead.
    Let wonder find you, even in the quietest corners.”
    — Roo the Poet

    Closing Questions

    🌙 Which moonbeam do you follow tonight?
    ✨ What secret magic has brushed your world recently?

    If you’d like to explore more of the Hexverse, you can do so in The Library of Ashes.