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
- Sumter In Ruins by William Gilmore Simms
- Олег Бундур – Счастливый
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Вьющееся растение
- Never Again by Stevie Smith
- Владимир Маяковский – Уймется Антанта… (РОСТА №571)
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Близ берегов
- Зинаида Александрова – Ромашки
- Destiny poem – Zubair Ahmad Parray poems | Poetry Monster
- Beauty
- Never Again Would Bird’s Song Be The Same by Robert Frost
- Mandalay by Rudyard Kipling
- Ghazal 119 by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Недоверчивость
- Mornèn by William Barnes
- On a Scotch Bard, gone to the West Indies by Robert Burns
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).
