Evans Poems - Poems about Evans

Beauty Personified

Beauty, the enchantress, with hair like gold
She dances and twirls with grace untold
Her smile is a sunbeam, lighting the way
Bringing happiness to all who sway

Her eyes are like diamonds, shining so bright
Reflecting the stars on a clear night
Her voice is a melody, a sweet song
That echoes through the ages, never gone

Her skin is as soft

Categories: evans, abortion,
Form: Personification

The Headstone of Christmas Evans

For those who visit Swansea
remember that it's where a legend sleeps

The Reverend Christmas Evans
the greatest preacher ever heard or seen

It is said that if you visit his graveside
and tell the man about your day
then close your eyes and kiss his headstone farewell
you will receive luck for the next few days

That is the story my Grandad

Categories: evans, myth,
Form: Rhyme

Kinley Raine Evans

Little Kinley Raine warrior of light,
When you came into this world
You came in ready to fight.

Our thoughts were full of Prayers 
hoping for you to have a chance,
Although we were on a mental coaster
We held our ground with a positive stance.

After a Month God decided it was to soon
for you to stay with us and

Categories: evans, bereavement, death, deep, eulogy,
Form: ABC

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Jesse Evans and the Boys and the Kid

Jesse Evans and The Boys earned much notoriety
during the old west's most untamed and wild history.
Raiding resturants and salloons they would drink and eat for free.
"Chalk it up!" they'd say to all of the merchants before they'd leave,
and riding along with them was one William H Bonney,
known as William Antrim formerly
and speaking Spanish fluently.
Three months

Categories: evans, history,
Form: Rhyme

In Loving Memory of Clifford Morgan Evans

It’s a lovely casket, my grandmother said
With tears in my eyes, I nodded my head
I did not want her to see me cry,
But seeing him there, I knew there was no use to try
To hold back the tears, so they started to flow
As I started the process of letting you go
I cried two tears that

Categories: evans, death, goodbye, grandfather, grief,
Form: Rhyme

Bob Evans Biscuits

Is there anything finer
Than Bob Evans biscuits
They know how to start your day
With a cup of hot coffee
And strawberry jam
There surely is no better way!

I've tried other kinds
But they don't have appeal
Mr. Evans knows the secret of life
It's a serving of biscuits
Steaming and scrumptious
Gets rid of all of life's strife!

Bob Evans must possess
Some really secret

Categories: evans, tribute,
Form: Rhyme

Dale Evans' Horse

Years ago at work, we had
An argument so strong
That people started betting on
Which side was right or wrong.

The quarrel was about the name
Dale Evans called her horse.
Some thought that it was Buttercup;
It’s Buttermilk, of course.

Now Google wasn’t dreamed up yet,
So no one could hi-tech it.
The battle escalated and 
We had no way to check it.

Someone

Categories: evans, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme

The Death of James Evans On Good Times

Life stopped for a moment when we received that call
The Savior came and you left us all

Your pain is relieved, so should we rejoice or cry?
Unknown how to just say goodbye

Trying to be normal as if life’s a blast
Masking the hurt with empty laughs

Moving on as if nothing has occurred
Your husband has died, haven’t you

Categories: evans, black african american, death,
Form: Rhyme

Who You Are ( Written For Terri Evans )

You are a child of God
he chose you
and made you his own
you are a new creation
free from all condemnation
you are safe and secure
you are signifcant you are free
you are who God wants you to be
you are wonderfully made
there is no one like you
you are special you are are his treasure too
you are valuable in every

Categories: evans, faithgod, god,
Form: Rhyme

Dale Evans Is Riding Tonight

The young girl’s pony is made from the stick of a broom,
With posters of rodeos thumb-tacked all over her room.
She heads off to school with her lunch in a metal lunch pail—
With a picture of a cowgirl and the words “HAPPY TRAILS!”

Dale Evans is riding tonight, on the bright silver screen
In the midst of a

Categories: evans, life, nostalgia, silver,
Form: Ballad