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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: modern romance poetry

  • Thoughts of You Have Prime Real Estate | A Playful Romantic Poem by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    We often say someone is “living rent-free in our head,” but what if they weren’t renting?

    Thoughts of You Have Prime Real Estate takes that familiar expression and builds an entire neighborhood inside the mind—roads, sidewalks, corner lots, contemporary homes, secrets, dreams, and eventually one particularly valuable property.

    Because thoughts don’t always feel temporary. Sometimes they settle in, expand, renovate, and quietly become part of the landscape.

    And apparently, the thoughts of you got the best view.

    — Rowan Evans

    A surreal neighborhood inside the mind with glowing homes and one magnificent house overlooking the others, symbolizing thoughts of someone occupying prime mental real estate.
    Some thoughts rent a room. Yours apparently bought the whole corner lot.

    Thoughts of You Have Prime Real Estate
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    They say, when something is stuck
    in your thoughts—
    it lives rent free in your head,
    and that’s true in a sense—
    because the thoughts
    have taken up real estate, they own land—
    building new developments.
    New neighborhoods are being constructed,
    new roads are being laid—
    new sidewalks paved.

    Take a walk
    down the block,
    you’ll see thoughts
    taking up
    corner lots—

    modern contemporary homes
    lining the streets—
    full of my secrets to keep,
    and rooms where my dreams sleep.

    But the nicest home of all—
    the one with the best views,
    and the biggest rooms…

    it houses my thoughts of you.

    Journey into the Hexverse

    [Half a Picture]
    What happens when someone falls in love with the person they discover through your poetry? Half a Picture explores the strange intimacy between writer and reader—and the distance between seeing someone’s mind through their words and truly knowing the whole person.

    [Love Me From Over There]
    A sharp and humorous poem about the strange contradiction of wanting someone close while simultaneously needing them to stay several feet away from your face.

    [It Could Have Been…]
    A playful little love poem about strawberries, roses, and the wonderfully ridiculous ways romance can show up when you know someone doesn’t like the traditional version.

    [High Tide]
    A short reflective poem about leaving, returning, and accepting the forces that pull us back—like the tide guided by the moon.

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

  • 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]