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
- The Vaïces That Be Gone by William Barnes
- John Milton As Author of Pornographic Verse: An Extempore Upon a Faggot
- Mother Teresa by Raj Napal
- Владимир Маяковский – Нечеловеческой силы требовала война… (Главполитпросвет №285)
- Алексей Толстой – То было раннею весной
- Владимир Высоцкий – Говорят, лезу прямо под нож
- Evening balcony by Vladimir Marku
- Вера Павлова – В ранец тетрадки собраны
- Олег Бундур – Железное здоровье
- Николай Гумилев – Кенгуру
- Altar amid the sea by Vinko Kalinic
- Duns Scotus’s Oxford poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Robert Burns: Mary Morison:
- Владимир Степанов – Зима
- you are there moon by Raj Arumugam
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).
