"rowe" poems
#6 | Heartbreak in Hatfield
I’ve been picturing skies and oceans that are Van Gogh blue with every hue.
I have frequently felt warm winds on my skin while listening to Solána Rowe.
Moments filled with love, pain, depression and heartbreak are all I know.
That black dress keeps accentuating your curves every time I look around your way and admire your figure.
We must’ve met in the past life because that’s probably why I want to love you past life.
So many warm autumn afternoons have come and gone but I still have a desire to feel your love once again.
Love may slip from your lips and drip down your chin but I never want our beautiful melody to become staccato.
Those blue jeans keep accentuating your curves every time I look around your way and admire your figure.
On autumn afternoons like these, I have felt warm winds on my skin while thinking about you.
I’ve been picturing skies and oceans that are Van Gogh blue with every hue.
I have frequently felt warm winds on my skin while listening to Solána Rowe.
Moments filled with love, pain, depression and heartbreak are all I know.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
I fell in love with a hurricane
Jessie Rowe, you asked me for metaphors
To explain the love of my life
And here you go.
My Anna was, is, always will be, my hurricane.
She entered with flashing red
Warning lights
And she blinded me.
Did you hear that?
She ******* blinded me.
I still can't see around the red
And when I told her that she blinded me
She had no clue.
She asked me what I meant.
As if I could explain.
I told her of my love of rain
And she was a down pour on me.
I felt her touch my skin
Like I did that day I cried
When he left and I couldn't help
But stand and watch him leave.
She soaked me in whatever
She was
And then gave me nothing to dry with.
I was alright with that.
It was only a slight thunderstorm
And part of me was wishing for more.
I shouldn't have tried to get closer.
No one warned me that she was a hurricane.
They just let me *****
Blindly I might add
Into the storm as they ran
Past me in the opposite direction.
How was I to know?
All I saw was her
And all I felt was her
So why should I have left with them?
Maybe I should have.
She told me that I was deeper
Into her than anyone
Had ever wanted to be before
And she told me that she didn't
Understand why.
I couldn't come up with an answer.
She was rain and lightning and wind
And I was in love at the first flash
Of thunder as it
Came over me and into my bones,
Breaking apart the constellations
Between them.
I fell in love with the way
She couldn't stand being
Destruction and strong
And with the way she cloaked me
In everything she was.
I fell in love with a ******* hurricane.
With the rain
And the wind
and the way she kissed
And the way she fell in love with me as well.
I fell in love with a girl
Who was my devil and my angel
In the same moment.
The eye of storm was supposed to clear
And beautiful in a different
Way than she already was.
And I yearned to see it.
But **** she wouldn't let me.
She thrashed against all of my forces
And struck me with lightning made
Of her lies and then
She was gone.
My hurricane disappeared.
People always talk about
Rebuilding a city
That has been struck by too many
Girls and boys who tend to be
Associated with tropical storms.
I watched as they rebuilt
From my Anna
And the storm she was.
Many people cried.
Many people ignored her leaving
And they went about their lives.
Me?
I miss the rain.
And the wind that was her.
I miss my hurricane.
But the damage she caused me
Has me bleeding out too quickly
So I might not be around
When another hurricane arises.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
If I could walk years past or years later
like doors we pass
I'd go to you
and with I
we'd who it through the uni and the verse
no Dr fix or save
just the savouring of new days
long ago when
then before
before after
till our internal clocks
finish there unwind
our bodies lost in time
conscious to the space
the external clocks would continue
and our memories bloom shall wither
ash to the vortex
the complexity of our life's
shall remain unmastered
insignificant to passers of graves
but at least my love of free
we would have hold of each other
in those final hours
See old smiles once innocent and young
in those closing minutes
and breath our last
in them terminal seconds
If only time were as easy to control
as reading maps
I'd go to you
By Dylan Oscar Rowe
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
My letsels is die sinne
My vel is die papier
Lees daaruit wat jy wil
Die wat omgee bly nog hier
My trane is die voorblad
My bloed is steeds die ink
In my skree ń monster
Wat ek nog moet verdrink
Die rowe is die punte wat
Ek soms nog skraap en skuur
My voorkop pêrel sweet
In my oë brand hell se vuur
My lemme is my penne
Die papier hier op my lyf
Elke liewe liefdes briefie-
Ń letsel, net vir jou geskryf...
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
It may necessarily be so,
It may necessarily be so,
The things that you're liable
To read in the Bible,
May necessarily be so.
Moses was found in a stream,
True for the times, it seems,
They foundered kids in fields and streams,
For the crocodiles to take them,
Yes, Moses was found in a stream..
It may necessarily be so,
It may necessarily be so,
The things that your preacher,
Is liable to teach you,
Read it all in context, you know,
It may necessarily be so,
Jonah could have lived in a whale,
Yes, Jonah could have lived in a whale,
Not in the abdomen,
The gastric juices would have taken over,
But it could have been the mouth of the whale,
People were much smaller,
The whales were much larger,
May necessarily be so,
May necessarily be so.
Then there's the parting of the Red Sea,
Chronologically sound, you see,
Thera erupted,
The Red Sea parted,
The Tsunami swept away the Egyptians and the Pharaoh,
May necessarily be so, don't you know,
We may be small plebs,
But oh my,.
We have a powerful God, don't you know,
The things that your preacher
is liable to teach you,
May necessarily be so....
May necessarily be so....
Yes, the things that you're liable
To read in the Bible,
May necessarily be so......
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 8:15 PM UTC
My rowe lê al spore
Op my palms wat klou
Aan die yster wat my brand
Ń vlam
In die droewe kou
Ingehok, binne my eie land
Tralie hart staan ongeweer
Teen vloedwater emosie
Wat verbeeldingloos probeer
Om te rebuleer teen die seer
In my terugslag verval
My moed. Ek sal dit
Bymekaarskraap
vir ń Volgende keer.
En my vingers trek nog
Lyne en koppel my
Sondag-oggend sins
En versprei my laaste
Bietjie dignity in
Die zoo se trash bins
Terwyl ek nietig gan confess
-"Oh Father I have sinned"
Kom Jesus more weer om
My in my verlore toestand te
Kom vind....
Koop maar ń seisoenkaartjie
Vir versoening en vatsoene.
More sin ek weer.
Eks mos die duiwel se kind
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
With Poe-try you can surely
get your Words' worth
So many words are waiting
like a Wolfe at your door,
for their Cummings into being.
If you listen, they Pound
upon your brain
They Lamb-aste your viscera,
making you Nash your teeth.
They create a Millay in your head.
So many shapes, so many Hughes
Lusting for Moore they Lear
at you when you least expect.
Look back at them!
Like Frost upon the windowpane
they write themselves,
then, when all is said and Donne
melt away too soon.
Grasp them when you can.
Put them in a *Rowe
Taylor* them to your muse,
use your Whit, man !
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
I remember hot summer drives and lollipops
I remember secret looks and midnight hands
I remember sand between toes and bare feet on the journey home
I remember shared cola and salty chips
I remember fun fair screams and fun fair giggles
I remember you and how much you used to care
By Dylan Oscar Rowe
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
I woke up thismorning and I screamed,"I'm awake!"
I'm happy, I'm alive, I have love, I'm real,I'm not fake!
I laughed and I spun, I jumped and I run,
I held my own hand and headed out in the sun!
Today I'm on a mission, to go fishin, smile about a boy I'll be kissin,
I'm gatherin up hope, to give the good world a poke,
Cos I have no shame being proud of my name,
I love my mum Elvie, she radiates great,
My dad Alan's the man, he's so selfless and grand,
Will's the true wise one, he knows how he feels
Then there's Allan Mana who's major, he's offspring could fill up a football field,
And Peter Rowe, he's our big bro and we do love him so :) [:)]
Then there's me, I'm the small one, but only in stature,
Mess with my family and I'll give you a fracture ;) [;)]
My friends are amazing! Yes they are the best,
They love me when I'm evil and when I'm in jest!
And how about Grandma? She's doin okay, she turns 90 this year, still as bright as a sun shiny day,
I tell her my secrets, without any regret,
As much as I trust her, I know she'll forget!
But back to my joy, my happiness for life!
If your feeling struggle or trouble or strife,
Just open your eyes and scream your awake! Tell everyone you love them,
And I promise, with out hesitation, come on quicken your pace,
It will come back to you like a sweet smack in the face......
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 7:34 AM UTC
When tears roll
just breath deep my dear
when anger rages
just breath deep my dear
when times are hard
just breath deep my dear
when its all to much
just breath deep my dear
those waves are yours to master
these days are yours here after
By Dylan Oscar Rowe
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC
She said,
this is where the ocean begins.
salty and gentle
and rocking with a steady push
a steady pull.
splashing
and diving,
splashing and feeling with our feet for the sand.
the ocean pulled us outward,
the tide: eastward,
our legs: toward the shore.
striking a balance,
old friends,
a mister bush, a mister higgins,
the third and second kiss to a miss rowe, respectively,
respectfully: walking in the street.
a young lady with a name I won't try to spell, out the driveway, first left, half a block down.
800 miles from home is a lot closer than 2,000
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
Heavenly silk flows through my fingers,
slowly slowly I feel it come and go.
The soft whispers of the oak trees,
they entangle up in my hair and low.
The creek bubbles and the winds blow,
I feel it all, I feel it all.
The earth shifts between my waiting toes,
pulling me down and pushing me ahead.
The sharp green blades touch my running feet,
cutting and kissing all the wounds I've bled.
The dirt and grass on which I tread,
I feel it all, I feel it all.
Oceans and seas invite me inside,
I'm immersed in a whole new universe.
Crystals aged by pressure, time, and cruel pain,
I cut my fingers on their jewel curse.
I search his eyes as they search worse,
I feel it all, I feel it all.
Thunder rolls and lightning ignites me,
I stand fearless in a world void of sun.
Toxic rain burns my skin and chills my bones,
Still, sky and earth battle the other one,
He's the sky that shows tears to none,
except me.
I feel it all, I feel it all.
Except me, no one sees the scorched forests,
beautiful trees and mountains burned inside of him.
Except me, no one sees the scarred stripped land,
the remains of priceless land inside of him.
Except me, no one feels it all.
No one feels his pain and his sadness,
no one feels his joy and his love.
Except me,
I feel it all, I feel it all.
e.g. rowe
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC
With Poe-try you can surely
get your Words' worth.
So many words are waiting
like a Wolfe at your door,
for their Cummings into being.
If you listen, they Pound
upon your brain
They Lamb-aste your viscera,
making you Nash your teeth.
They create a Millay in your head.
So many shapes, so many Hughes!
Lusting for Moore, they Lear
at you when you least expect.
Look back at them!
Like Frost upon the windowpane
they write themselves,
then, when all is said and Donne,
melt away too soon.
Grasp them when you can.
Put them in a Rowe.
Taylor them to your muse,
use your Whit, man!
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
Looking at my mother from another angle
You can see that She truly is God's Angel.
Giving me, my brother and sister all the love
That comes from above
That comes back down into her arms that wraps around us with her warmest hugs.
It can never be enough...
Stressing to cook & clean
Making sure we have a hot treat to eat,
Making sure we have shoes on our feet,
Giving us the courage to face the darkness when it's time for us to go to sleep.
What more can you ask ?
A woman giving you love that will forever last...
A woman that goes out her way to make sure you're having a good day?
A woman that breaks her neck
To make sure your life isn't a wreck
The little light that becomes our greatest sunshine.
There's no way I can pay you back but the plan is to have you understand
No one can be place above you
You are appreciated.
(To Laura Rowe, my mom)
- C.R.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
PSA: the following message is the point of view of a fictional character, and in no way represents the current beliefs, views, events, mental or physical health of EMILY ROWE. her inspiration is drawn from her life and the world around her, and her writing is art, just like any other form of self expression. EMILY ROWE is a writer, and would really appreciate it if you would sit back and let the art speak to you and make you feel something. thank you.
i wake in the morning
with the taste of my own blood in my mouth
i try to remember the dreams from last night,
hair falls around my face
the sun scatters across my room
the light tries not to touch me,
the mirror grimaces
holding my reflection like a ****** weapon,
thin red lines
wrap around my waist
from the demon that chased me
under the moon's domain,
the Past is my lover
his hands around my mine
but his grip around my mind,
these are the days
that don't really feel like days at all,
these are the days that slip through my fingers.
my therapist told me to look in the mirror
and tell myself it will be a good day
and it will be so,
but the mirror hides its face from me
afraid to reveal to me what i cannot see,
or what i choose not to see.
rewind the VHS tapes
let's sit around the tv
and let the static fill our ears
and drain out the noise of our hearts.
let's unravel the thread of our souls,
watch them mingle on the bedroom floor.
we'll be screamed at to be less,
be less,
be more,
you're too much,
you're not enough...
I AM MY OWN BEING
TOO MUCH FOR THE MIRROR
NOT ENOUGH FOR THE PAST
TOO MUCH FOR MY PEERS
NOT ENOUGH FOR THOSE ABOVE ME
TOO MUCH FOR HIM
NOT ENOUGH FOR HER
in a generation of instant gratification
they do not have the patience
to watch me grow
in a generation born by the Internet
they do not see deeper
than the surface of what i put on their screens
one day they will see
what has been here inside me
since the day i first picked up a pencil.
let's sit around the tv
let's wait for the tapes to rewind
let's watch our lives unfold
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
so im laying in bed, right?
and it’s like 7 am and
i had totally told myself i was going for a run
i instead laid in bed, until exactly 9:27 am,
giving me 33 minutes to be
out of my dorm and on my way to class.
for nearly two and a half hours
a large blue beast named Depression
sat on my chest,
and smiled a big sharp grin.
he lit his cigarette and said
“It’s all pointless, you know,”
he took a long drag
and blew the smoke on my face.
Anxiety is dancing around the room
laughing maniacally
her hands shaking as she reorganizes
the same shelf for the seventh time.
he shares his cigarette with her
and I think they’re the ugliest couple i’ve ever seen.
he readjusts on my chest,
and starts to list the things that i need to do but can’t.
Anxiety starts listing the things that could go wrong today
and tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day—
when I get back from class
Anxiety will jump me
her long nails digging into my arms
the overwhelming feeling of death
surging through my veins
i struggle to breathe
i struggle to lower my heart rate--
there is a toxic relationship
living inside of my brain.
and i am so tired of being a third wheel.
e.g. rowe
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC