Each day
My impure god and I
Wake to light and walk alongside.
Each night
My impure god and I
Walk the dark under a starless sky.
Everything is so clear.
So, where’s the need to be pure?
And yet
Many a day and night
We wear our hearts inside out
Searching within
The dark impure night of the soul—
My impure god and I—
For what we both know not
My impure god and I.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Маяковский – О дряни
- Now Close the Windows by Robert Frost
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Закаляйся
- Clashes by Ndue Ukaj
- Spelt From Sibyl’s Leaves poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Taller To-day by W H Auden
- A Florida Ghost. by Sidney Lanier
- Writing Strategy: On Getting Inspired Everyday
- Elixer Vitæ poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Splenda by Rob Leatherman Sr.
- Robert Burns: Epigram At Brownhill Inn:
- Sonnet To Sleep poem – John Keats poems
- Вера Павлова – за руку здороваться с рекой
- Алексей Плещеев – Дети века все больные
- Johnny Rich by Will McKendree Carleton
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
