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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: modern romance poetry

  • Before I Say It – A Poem About Love, Hesitation, and Wanting to Mean the Words

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Some words carry weight.

    I’ve said them before in lighter seasons, when the feeling was warm but feeling. This time feels different. This time, I want to be certain before I let them leave my mouth.

    This poem is about hesitation – not because I’m unsure of you, but because I want the words to be true when I say them.

    — Rowan Evans

    Person standing quietly at a cliff edge overlooking a calm ocean at sunset.
    Some words are worth waiting to mean.

    Before I Say It
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I dance around them—
    the words I want to say.
    One letter followed by four,
    finished by three.
    It’s funny to me,
    this fear that grips my chest.
    I try my best
    to push it out,
    to keep it down.

    I bite my tongue
    so the words won’t come out.
    Even though,
    I’d stand on the ledge
    and shout.
    I’d scream it out.
    If I wasn’t so—

    scared.

    But what am I afraid of?
    What is it exactly,
    that makes this anxiety
    attack me?

    It’s the feelings inside,
    they feel brand new.
    Like nothing
    I’ve ever experienced.
    Sure, I have had
    crushes before—
    but this feels
    different.

    I’ve said—
    1-4-3 before,
    with ease.
    Easy as
    a summer’s breeze,
    with a warmth to match.
    But the feelings
    weren’t attached.

    But with you,
    the words hit my teeth—
    fall into retreat,
    because I want to be sure.
    I want to know
    that these feelings,
    that I’m feeling—
    these moths in my stomach,
    fluttering toward
    the flickering light
    inside my mind,
    the thoughts of you.

    I want to know
    they’re true.
    Because I never
    want to lie to you.

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

  • Moon & Tide (Even in Silence) – A Poem About Distance, Presence & Emotional Gravity

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    This piece lives in the quiet space between distance and presence.

    It’s about feeling someone’s gravity even when they’re oceans away. About how connection doesn’t always require proximity – sometimes it’s rhythm, sometimes it’s memory, sometimes it’s simply the way silence stops feeling empty.

    We haven’t met face to face. We haven’t shared the same room. And yet, there are moments where distance feels smaller than it should.

    Some connections don’t shout.

    They pull.

    — Rowan Evans

    Moonlight reflecting across calm ocean waves at night.
    Some distances are measured in miles.
    Others are measured in gravity.

    Moon & Tide (Even in Silence)
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Even in silence, I hear you—
    Your voice, a phantom in my ear.
    A sound, I long to always hear.

    When I close my eyes,
    and my vision’s ceased—
    it’s you that I see.

    You’re not here,
    and you’ve never been—
    but still, I feel you near.

    Silence isn’t really silent
    anymore, it echoes—
    with laugher,
    with warmth
    you don’t always see.

    Even though
    we’ve never been
    in the same place,
    we have yet to meet
    face to face—
    and you’re oceans away,
    I still feel
    your presence with me.

    You’re the moon
    and I’m the tide,
    pushed and pulled
    by your ebb and flow.
    A moth to flame,
    dancing in your glow.

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

  • Waiting for My Harley | A Love Poem About Chaos, Devotion, and Finding Your Match

    Rowan Evans

    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]