My Condomic Institute By Donald Knowledge Nhira My mind’s a condomic institute thoughts wrapped tight, safe from feeling, infertile from truth. A barren sanctuary,where my wildest dreams are wrapped in rubber logic.
By Donald Knowledge Nhira8 months ago in Poets
Solicitude Blunders I wore my heart like morning dew— fragile pearls on blades of grass, drenched in care too earnest, too soon, each glint a hope that dared not last.
My Pregnant Dad He never wore his heart on his sleeve he tucked it beneath layers of silence, beneath calloused hands and weathered breath, beneath the weight of everything he never said.
I Think It Was a Sausage Last night I dreamed my socks could sing, And toast was queen and ruled the spring. A waffle drove a limousine, And teabags danced in jellybean.
Be Like a German Shepherd Be like a German Shepherd A sentinel carved from loyalty, With eyes like twin lanterns glowing in the fog of uncertainty, Always watching, always waiting, a compass of silent certainty.
Me and you My eyes are razzle-dazzled by your diamond pulchritude. Your angelic glow sends a mesmeric rapture through my being. I truly believe you're a descendant sent to quench the shadows of my loneliness.
