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
- Ярослав Смеляков – Здравствуй, Пушкин
- The village girl models for the artist, 1904 by Raj Arumugam
- Nothing Stays Put poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Borow
- Anthem For Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen
- A Child by William Ernest Henley
- Dane-Geld by Rudyard Kipling
- John Milton As Author of Pornographic Verse: An Extempore Upon a Faggot
- The Beginning of the End by Rixa White
- Михаил Лермонтов – Вид гор из степей Козлова
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- Николай Языков – Сомнение
- They Tell Of The Warsaw Uprising by Nijole Miliauskaite
- A Gemini’s Hurt by Stephen Allen
- Metaphysical View by Satish Verma
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).
