Poems from Joe_Sherfey
Seventeen, young and dead
From one man's gun he bled
Court, Trial, and Verdict
Zimmerman was the one the jury picked
He would leave a free...
War-scarred vets from a time before
The respect they get is poor
If we could see what they saw
Would they treat them so?
Seeing men with...
I see couples who seem in love
But how do you explain a feeling?
Is it the butterflies that you see above?
Oh, somehow I know the feeling
I...
It seems words fly on the paper
No idea how, just like vapor
The words appear one after the other
It's a work of art unlike another
It isn'...
We wait for what never comes
We listen for what is never said
We see politicians hold up their thumbs
But so many soldiers are dead
We hear...