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
- Morpheus poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Couplet poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room by William Wordsworth
- Как привить ребенку любовь к чтению: советы и рекомендации – Poetry Monster
- Once A Great Love by Yehuda Amichai
- Rile Me Up! by Michael D Wentworth
- On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing “The Stranger” Played At Inverary poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet 119: What potions have I drunk of Siren tears by William Shakespeare
- Song At Capri by Sara Teasdale
- A Woman Waking by Philip Levine
- Tiger Drinking at Forest Pool by Ruth Padel
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочей России Красной рыцарь…
- Guinevere poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Concert Party by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Three Beggars by William Butler Yeats
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).
