The Library of Ashes
Here, every poem is a smoldering page — whispered confessions, soft ruins, and sacred rage. Wander newest to oldest.
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Deeper Still
Love began like whispered air,a feather’s touch, a fleeting glance.A spark that lingered, bright and rare,a hesitant but longing dance. Then laughter wove its silver thread,soft-spoken words, a path we tread.Your voice became my favorite sound,the gravity that pulled me down. Each breath of yours became a hymn,a song that echoed in my chest.I followed,…
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Poetic Bloodline
They call me, Edgar Allan,the way I write these POEms—every line a candle flickering,every stanza a raven’s cry.Nevermore will I denythat shadows are the ink in my veins,turning quills to mourning doves. And I’m on the same path as Plath,breathing in metaphors like oven smoke,watch me, watch me—burn in the bell jar’s glow.Not a rebirth,…
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Through the Splintering Door
Here we stand, on opposite sidesof a door carved by hesitation,its hinges rusted with time,its key lost in the folds of fear. I press against the wood, ear to the grain,listening—your breath, steady, soft,a rhythm I memorize,a melody I ache to answer. Fingertips trace the knots and lines,as if mapping a way through the silence.I…
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Where Love Grows
I have planted my heart in the soil of patience,watered it with quiet devotion,let the sun of your laughterpull life from the roots. No storm will make me wither,no drought of certainty will shake me.I am here, standing steady,waiting for the season where we bloom. I am already all-in,yet I know love is not a…
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The Gift I Carry
You placed trust in my hands—a thing so delicate, I feared my own touchmight shatter it like frost-kissed glass.So I hold it with steady palms,fingertips whispering promisesonly the careful can keep. I know the weight of failure,the ghost of every broken vow,names scrawled on a list of regret,the ink of disappointment bleedingthrough the pages of…
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Where My Heart Resides
You are the breath between my thoughts,the quiet hum beneath my skin,the rhythm my heart has learned to beat for.No matter where I stand,I find you in every whisper of the wind,in every moment that lingers too long—you are there, always. You have built a home inside my chest,not with walls, but with warmth,with the…
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They Call Me… (Silence)
They call me…The hush before the thunder’s wail,A phantom’s breath, thin as a veil.A specter crawling through hollow halls,A presence felt when darkness calls. They call me…The weight that settles in the chest,A creeping hand, a hollow guest.The sound that screams without a voice,A lullaby stripped of every choice. I slither in when the world…
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They Call Me… (Retribution)
They call me…The shadow lurking just out of sight,A whisper wrapped in the veil of night.A curse upon those who dare betray,The silent storm that won’t fade away. They call me…The hand that grips the throat of fate,A nightmare forged from love and hate.A ghost with a hunger, a beast unchained,A reckoning dressed in blood…
Poetry by Rowan Evans 