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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: rap poetry

  • Welcome to the Hexverse — A Poem About Poetry, Mythmaking, and Turning Darkness Into Art | Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Every poet eventually builds a world around their words.

    Sometimes it starts with a page, sometimes with a character, sometimes with a joke—and sometimes it grows into something much bigger than expected.

    So, consider this an introduction.

    Welcome to the Hexverse.

    — Rowan Evans

    A poet standing at the center of a surreal multiverse surrounded by glowing pages, ink, shadows, and magical imagery.
    Welcome to the Hexverse—where words become worlds, darkness becomes art, and the poet becomes the mythmaker.

    Welcome to the Hexverse
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Welcome to the Hexverse…

    where the poet is mythmaker,
    comedian and confessor,
    part-time Pokémon professor—
    cathedral keeper, secret weaver
    with words that’ll turn worlds to believers—
    multiverse shaper, multiform creator,
    poet in heart, rapper in mind,
    legend with pen, divine—

    see the poet light up the dark,
    they are the spark—the heart,
    turning darkness into art—
    translating rage from cage,
    put it on the page in bars—
    watch the poet bend the night,
    shape the fight, ignite—
    turning chaos into scripture,
    pain into a living picture—

    twist words to heal hurt,
    metaphors make you think first—
    the poet will pen a pail of water
    to quench thirst—
    but you can only lead the horse to it.

    Journey into the Hexverse

    [Louder Than the Rain]
    A short confessional poem about the overwhelming noise of anxious thoughts, the strange silence of feeling alone in a crowded room, and finding a way to translate pain into words.

    [Let Me Be Pacific]
    A lyrical poem about sitting beside the Pacific Ocean and discovering that an enormous body of water can become a bridge between distant hearts. Through ocean imagery, wordplay, and reflections on California and the Philippines, Let Me Be Pacific explores how love and poetry can cross even the greatest distances.

    [My Nightmare]
    A poem about the nightmare of loving someone across distance, seeing the world from different perspectives, and holding onto the hope that the cracks can still be repaired—and that someday two separate shores might become one.

    [Rose & Ruin]
    Two minimalist poems exploring the opposing forces within creativity: the thoughts we cultivate into something beautiful and the darker thoughts we transform before they have a chance to decay.

    [Conductor]
    A dark, intimate poem about the strange power words can have over the reader—where rhythm, rhyme, and line breaks become instruments capable of reaching beyond the page.

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

  • Pull the Lever — Poetry, Hip-Hop, Cadence & the Music That Shaped Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    I’ve written before about how much Hip-Hop shaped the way I write, but Pull the Lever is a little more personal about that history.

    I got into Hip-Hop young—around nine years old—and artists like DMX, Eminem, Ludacris, Mystikal, and 2Pac became part of the musical landscape I grew up in. I wasn’t trying to become a rapper; I was learning cadence. I was listening to how words moved, how syllables landed, how rhythm could turn language into something physical.

    That influence never really left.

    As I got older, though, my musical world expanded beyond American Hip-Hop. I started listening to music in other languages, and eventually Korean Hip-Hop became part of that landscape too. The final section of this poem deliberately crosses that bridge: Outsider, MC Sniper, and Drunken Tiger are Korean Hip-Hop references, following the line about me mentally crossing the sea.

    There’s something fitting about that progression. The kid who learned cadence from American Rap eventually became a writer whose relationship with rhythm stretched far beyond one language, one country, or one genre.

    I may write poetry, but the rapper’s mind is still wired into the pen.

    — Rowan Evans

    A notebook and pen surrounded by Hip-Hop imagery, transitioning from an American cityscape into a Korean night skyline, with subtle tiger and rhythmic sound motifs.
    From American Rap to Korean Hip-Hop, the rhythm stayed with me—the cadence simply crossed the sea.

    Pull the Lever
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Pull the lever to find out
    what the cow says—

    The cow says, “move bitch,
    get out the way”—
    like Ludacris and Mystikal,
    don’t piss me off,
    my shit gets mythical.

    I was nine,
    memorizing every line
    that DMX spit—
    like the Ruff Ryders Anthem,
    that was my shit.

    I learned the cadence from Em,
    so when I spit, I spit like Slim—
    not a rapper, just a writer
    with a rapper’s mind wired in.

    I got into Hip-Hop
    the same year
    we lost Pac—
    that was ’96,
    in case you forgot.

    And in my teens,
    I took my love for the game
    and mentally
    crossed the sea—

    I was an outsider,
    so I found the Outsider
    that spoke to me.

    And I studied religiously—
    until my lines hit
    with the precision of a Sniper.

    Hit the bars too hard,
    got my Tiger’s heart
    feeling like a Drunken master.

    Journey into the Hexverse…

    [Slim & Shady Series]

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

  • Alphabet Attitude – A Short Rage Poem About Language, Anger, and Wordplay

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Sometimes anger doesn’t arrive in long speeches–it shows up in fragments, sharp and sudden.

    Alphabet Attitude plays with language the way frustration plays with the mind: out of order, sarcastic, and biting. What begins as a playful twist on the alphabet quickly unravels into something more honest–a confession that sometimes rage hides inside humor and wordplay.

    Every letter becomes a weapon. Every syllable carries a feeling that refuses to stay quiet.

    — Rowan Evans

    Abstract image of scattered alphabet letters glowing red in a dark background representing anger and wordplay in poetry.
    Sometimes the alphabet isn’t for spelling—it’s for attitude.

    Alphabet Attitude
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Alphabet Attitude
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I got an attitude
    like the alphabet—
    A, B, D, C, E, F—
    You.

    Aye, B—
    Did you C the way I feel?
    Every line, every letter,
    everything’s unreal.

    Fucked up, messed up,
    twisted through and through,
    and yeah—it’s all
    because of
    you.

    Every syllable, sharp like a knife,
    spitting letters, spitting rage,
    this is my life.

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