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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: Rhythm

  • 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]

  • Slim & Shady V: Silk & Sin | Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Silk & Sin explores the tension between surrender and temptation, weaving desire and mischief through every line. It’s a hymn to play, power, and the magnetic pull of shadowed devotion. Read it as you would a secret whispered in darkness—let the rhythm, wordplay, and intimacy carry you into the cathedral of indulgence and need.

    — Rowan Evans

    Dark gothic scene with velvet drapes, candlelight, and silken shadows, evoking intimacy, passion, and secret devotion.
    Velvet, silk, and shadow—enter the cathedral of desire with Silk & Sin.

    Slim & Shady V: Silk & Sin
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Silk drapes like smoke across my pulse,
    Whispers of you coil—sharp, soft, convulse.
    Fingers dig in where shadows hide,
    Every touch a claim, every gasp a tide.

    Sin hums beneath the skin, electric, alive,
    A trembling hymn where desire thrives.
    I yield, I shiver, I tremble, I burn,
    Your shadowed hunger pulling, a tether I cannot spurn.

    Velvet lips, silk slicing through the dark,
    A stolen sigh ignites a primal spark.
    Fingers weave secrets along my spine,
    In your chaos I melt, I writhe, I’m already thine.

    The night bends, a cathedral of sin,
    Every syllable tasted, every verse within.
    Temptation dances, fire entwined,
    Your laugh a whip, your touch a bind.

    I crave the sting of your unseen hands,
    The pressure of your will, the fire that commands.
    Silk wraps tight, sin burns slow,
    We are colliding, surrendering, letting go.

    Breathe me raw, drag me deep,
    Every whispered threat a promise to keep.
    The cathedral shudders beneath our skin,
    Hymns of lust, where darkness begins.

    I am your hymn, your sin, your willing pawn,
    Trembling devotion, my defenses gone.
    Each gasp, each shiver, a confession new,
    Every inch a surrender, written for you.

    Silk drips, sin coils, blood pulses in rhyme,
    Velvet edges sharpened, a taste of crime.
    I kneel, I writhe, I ache, I spin,
    Your kingdom of shadows—my cathedral within.

    🎭 Slim & Shady Series 🎭

    If you are interested in reading the whole series, find it here: The Slim & Shady Series

  • Slim & Shady IV: Velvet & Venom – Dark Erotic Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Velvet & Venom is an exploration of desire wrapped in shadows. It’s a hymn for the dominant, a confessional for the willing, and a celebration of the power, mischief, and seduction that lives in language itself. Read it as you would a secret whispered in the dark—let the rhythm, wordplay, and tension carry you into the cathedral of pleasure and devotion.

    Gothic, seductive figure in velvet, surrounded by shadows and smoke, representing dominance and erotic mystery.
    Velvet & Venom: A hymn of dominance, desire, and devotion in Rowan Evans’ Slim & Shady IV.

    Slim & Shady IV: Velvet & Venom
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Velvet fingers curl—smoke around my pulse,
    Venom drips, your whispers—sweet, malicious, convulse.
    You don’t ask. You take. Command without a sound.
    Crown of shadowed silk, my surrender’s found.

    Your gaze—velvet, soft, edges sharpened, fine,
    Lesson in desire at forbidden line.
    Tongues of fire lick my spine, ignite my veins,
    Pleasure bleeds in cadence with your dark refrains.

    Possessive queen, midnight teeth like thorns,
    Every word a lash, every laugh a storm.
    I ache for the tilt of your head, the curl of your lip,
    A map of domination traced in whispered script.

    Velvet & venom—you drape, entwine, bind,
    Your shadowed hands paint fevered ink across my mind.
    I kneel in your chaos, devout, undone,
    Martyr of midnight in the cathedral of your fun.

    Pulse. Breath. Gasp.
    I am yours. Yours. Yours.
    Velvet crush, venom bite,
    Twisted dark, jagged light.

    Hands, teeth, fire, silk—
    I crumble, I coil, I wilt.
    Shadowed laugh, hymn, tease,
    I melt, I ache, I freeze.

    Venom drips, velvet binds, velvet steals,
    Every inch, every gasp, every secret feels.
    Your dominance hums low—soundless, tight,
    Sharp edges, soft sin, twisted delight.

    I am tethered, undone, drenched in your command,
    Venom and velvet sculpted by your hand.
    Twist, turn, catch me where I fall,
    Your laughter—a bell, a trap, a call.

    I collide in rhythm, echoing your sin,
    Velvet & venom—the dark hymn begins.
    Breathe me in. Write me down. Let me bleed.
    Trace your tongue in rhyme, fulfill the need.

    Velvet crush, venom kiss,
    Midnight’s grip, dangerous bliss.
    Hands claim, teeth tease,
    Darkness bends, I freeze.

    I am yours. Completely,
    Shadowed, bent, entreaty.
    Each gasp a beat, each shiver a rhyme,
    Twisted devotion, sacred in time.

    Venom drips in rhythm with your art,
    Each syllable a stroke across my trembling heart.
    Velvet crushes, binds, seduces, steals,
    Every gasp, every inch, every secret feels.

    Your dominance hums in the low vibration of night,
    Sharp edges, soft sin, thrill of bite.
    Tethered, undone, drenched in your hand,
    Velvet & venom—your command, my brand.

    Twist, turn, catch me where I fall,
    Your laughter—a bell, a trap, a call.
    I am colliding in rhythm, echoing your sin,
    Velvet & venom—the dark hymn begins.

    Breathe me in. Write me down. Let me bleed.
    Trace your tongue in rhyme, fulfill the need.
    Possessive queen, velvet mistress, wicked flame,
    I kneel in devotion, whispering your name.

    Velvet & venom. Inked across my skin,
    Each gasp, each shiver—a testament to sin.
    I am yours, utterly, fully, without retreat,
    Hymn of dominance—the beat of your heat.

    Devout in shadows, fervent in fire,
    A willing vessel for every dark desire.
    Velvet & venom, your kingdom, your creed,
    I bleed, I burn, I worship, I heed.

    🎭 Slim & Shady Series 🎭

    If you are interested in reading the whole series, find it here: The Slim & Shady Series