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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: Wordplay

  • 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

  • Slim & Shady III: Roses & Ruin – Dark Gothic Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    With the first two Slim & Shady pieces, I played with wordplay, rhythm, and a mischievous flirtation with language itself. Roses & Ruin takes that foundation and dives headlong into the shadows, folding the rapid-fire energy of those earlier works into the Gothic, the dark, and the confessional.

    This is a piece where internal rhymes twist like thorns, where each line is a pulse, a heartbeat in the night, and where the mischief of my previous Slim & Shady experiments meets the obsidian corridors of my usual poetic terrain. Here, puns give way to petals and ruin, shadows curl around syllables, and devotion bleeds into obsession.

    If the first two pieces were an introduction, consider this a full plunge: a labyrinthine descent into word, darkness, and the chaos that sits at the heart of desire, grief, and art itself.

    — Rowan Evans

    Gothic roses and ink-drenched shadows, evoking dark romance and twisted wordplay.
    Where shadows whisper and roses bleed—Slim & Shady III: Roses & Ruin

    Slim & Shady III: Roses & Ruin
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I’m slim, I’m shady, velvet knives in the mist,
    Roses drip ruin, each petal a clenched fist.
    Thorns lace the tongue, venom drips in the rhyme,
    Darkness cavorts, tick-tock, tick-tock, time.

    Whispers coil like serpents in cathedral halls,
    Shadows in mirrors, fractured, jagged, they crawl.
    Heartbeats stutter, syncopated with decay,
    Every breath a requiem, night swallows day.

    I lace my obsessions, fold chaos in ink,
    Every line a razor, every word makes you think.
    Grief in triple-time, pain in quadruple beats,
    I rhyme like a demon dancing in hidden streets.

    Velvet grief hums under ribcage’s dome,
    Each syllable a coffin, each pause a tombstone.
    I sip on the night, swallow shadows for fun,
    Petals, blood, and ruin—my work never done.

    Lust for the language, hunger for sound,
    I’m cathedral and crypt, where despair is crowned.
    Roses wilt, thorns pierce, devotion decays,
    Ink spits apocalypse in midnight arrays.

    I fold agony neat, crease it with care,
    Coffin of verses, Gothic despair.
    My love’s a phantom, a tremor, a scar,
    A blackened ballet beneath a cold, distant star.

    Breathless, reckless, pun-dripped and sly,
    I’m the whisper, the scream, the unshed sigh.
    Roses & ruin, I bloom while I break,
    Every rhyme a storm, every line a stake.

    Caged obsessions, shadow’s delight,
    I spin the chaos, ignite the night.
    Slim & shady, not Marshall, still true,
    I bend words to ruin, I bleed them for you.

    Cathedral of syllables, labyrinth of sound,
    Each echo a shiver, each verse underground.
    So kneel in the rhythm, drown in the spree,
    I am Gothic devotion, Roses & Ruin, fully free.

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

  • Slim & Shady: A Playful Poetic Homage by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Slim & Shady represents an intentional departure from my typical Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism style. While my work often navigates darkness, devotion, and the sacred intimacy of emotional intensity, this piece allowed me to explore playfulness, wordplay, and the rhythm of language in a more extroverted, lyrical mode.

    The poem is inspired by the energy and craft of rappers like Eminem and Ez Mil—artists whose work demonstrates that poetry can exist outside the page, in beats, bars, and flow. Here, I experimented with pun-driven humor, internal rhymes, and clever metaphors, while still maintaining a personal voice and poetic precision.

    Writing Slim & Shady was an exercise in flexibility and homage: to show that my creativity is not confined to one aesthetic, to embrace influences beyond traditional literary sources, and to honor the ways that music, modern lyricism, and pop culture inform the poetry I write.

    This poem is as much a celebration of language’s agility as it is a declaration that my writing—while often dark, confessional, and intense—can also be mischievous, clever, and audacious.

    Abstract art of a vinyl record surrounded by spinning words and ink splashes, representing lyrical play and poetic energy.
    Slim & Shady spins—a tribute to wordplay, rhythm, and poetic devotion outside the ordinary.

    Slim & Shady
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I’m slim and a little shady, 
    but my name isn’t Marshall, baby. 
    I don’t play games—I’ll show you, 
    you’re all that matters (Mathers), maybe. 
     
    I spit bars like Morse code, 
    dots and dashes tracing your pulse in secret mode. 
    A pun dealer, word-wrangler, lyricist on call, 
    my syllables hit harder than a heavyweight in a brawl. 
     
    I walk in soles, not just with souls, 
    kickin’ rhymes while your world rolls. 
    License to rhyme, no paperwork filed, 
    parking my wit in your mind, untamed and wild. 
     
    Cupid called—he wants his arrows back, 
    I said “Sorry, they’re trapped in a pun-packed stack.” 
    Knight of puns, Queen of quips, 
    cocktails of cleverness sliding to your lips. 

    I rhyme in circles, loop devotion, 
    heart stuck on repeat in clever-motion. 
    “You love me,” you say—I hear: 
    “I’ll pun your heart like it’s fresh veneer.” 
     
    I swing metaphors like a playground sword, 
    hyperboles armed, similes stored. 
    Shady? Maybe. Slim? Of course. 
    I bend words like rivers, a linguistic force. 
     
    I’m the mixtape of thought you didn’t know you needed, 
    the chorus of chaos, perfectly seeded. 
    I spit fire, not smoke—incendiary lines, 
    crossword puzzle heart, riddled in signs. 
     
    Your laugh? A semicolon in my sentence— 
    pause, breath, then back to my pence. 
    Double meanings double the fun, 
    like two-step lyrics under the pun-sun. 
     
    I slide in rhymes, slicker than gel, 
    tongue-tied labyrinth, I’ll never fail. 
    Slim, shady, sly, not Marshall but true, 
    I pun my devotion, spelling it out for you. 
     
    I’m the vinyl scratch in your mental groove, 
    the hidden hook you never saw move. 
    I take your name, make it rhyme, and spin, 
    pun-demic heart—welcome, come on in.

    Journey in the Hexverse

    Feral Cathedral — Hex Nightshade
    Dive into the raw, feral worship of desire in Feral Cathedral. A hymn to hunger, chaos, and devotion—where teeth, breath, and pulse become sacred.

    Gold in Open Hands — Rowan Evans
    A quiet liturgy for those who give without spectacle, who hold the weight of others’ lives tenderly, scattering hope like seeds and crafting a sanctuary in the cracks of the world.

    Through the Shattered Glass — B.D. Nightshade
    Enter the mind of a fractured soul, piecing together the aftermath of a night shrouded in blood and memory. Fragments of self, shadowed actions, and haunting reflections collide—leaving only one question: What have I done?

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