About silvershoes

Softly love and to love softly
dew on the sycamore branch
by the creaking gate where my heart hurries afterward
through the path of wheat along the briar
to that stone under which I lie.

My name is Jane. I'm a moderator and I'm here to help :)

Profile of silvershoes

  • Age : 28
  • Gender : Female
  • Country : USA, Nevada
  • Joined : Jun 7, 2006
  • Last Visit : On-line
  • Poems : 164
  • Comments : 443
  • Quotes : 22
  • Posts : 14251
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Latest Poems By silvershoes

  • In the early hours of the morning
    I am mourning...

  • Yes. (7) 6

    I told them if I lose him too, I will die
    Because these are the threads that bind me whole...

  • Is it worth the risk?
    You can't lose what you don't have...

  • New Mom (10) 7

    Written for a friend, whose son died in labor...

  • When I stopped believing in Santa Claus,
    I stopped believing in God...

Latest Quotes By silvershoes

  • I wish I could believe in heaven. What a gift it would be to believe I will see you again someday. And what a punishment it is feeling in my heart that I won't.

    11 months ago
    4 0
  • Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse.

    1 year ago
    10 1
  • If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight.

    1 year ago
    6 0

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