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
- Crouchin’ On The Outside by Shel Silverstein
- Ghouls’ Parade poem – Brako Attafua poems | Poetry Monster
- Biography In The First Person by Stephen Dunn
- eudaemonism_in_a_senryu_novel.html
- I’ve dreamt of dreaming ’bout you by Vinko Kalinić
- Invocation To The Earth, February 1816 by William Wordsworth
- Marine Snow At Mid-Depths And Down by Thomas Lux
- Alimony by Shel Silverstein
- Gammony Gaÿ by William Barnes
- Ольга Высотская – Гости
- The Gardener LXXXIV: Over the Green by Rabindranath Tagore
- Potions poem – Yusef Komunyakaa poems | Poetry Monster
- Sonnet CXLII by William Shakespeare
- Николай Карамзин – Там всё велико, всё прелестно
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я был слесарь шестого разряда
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).
