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
- Lightning In The Dark Night Skies
- Олег Бундур – Счастливый
- Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo by Robert Burns
- The Coo Of The Cushat
- Ale by William Henry Davies
- Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare
- Олег Григорьев – Мазохисту на лавке
- Огюст Барбье – Котел
- The Need To Love
- Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire by Robert Burns
- A Hairline Fracture poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Red Roses by Nithin Purple
- Валерий Брюсов – Июль 1908
- Nor We Of Her To Him by Stevie Smith
- Владимир Маяковский – Что делать?.. (РОСТА №193)
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).
