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 Mar 2018 Peeka
Deovrat Sharma
.
In..
yesteryear...
someone..  
declare...  
~
all..
is fair...
in..
love & war...
~
guess..
that...
must be..
a warrior....
~
I..
am a...
firm..
believer...
~
disposition..
of care...
courteous..
in nature...
~
traditionally giver..
ability to honour...
in true sense..
a soul partner...
~
must be..
swear...
as a..  
true lover...

x-x-x

(c) deovrat - 25.03.2018
 Jan 2017 Peeka
Wordfreak
Rendition
 Jan 2017 Peeka
Wordfreak
Some are born with the rhythm,
Some have rhyme but lack imagination,
Some have all the passion,
And lack subject.
Some are endowed with poetry,
Some hunt it,
Others steal it from their peers.
I have to trap it,
And twist it to my liking.
I have to use it,
Like an addict I will do anything.
The rhythm sates me,
The rhyme feeds my fire,
The passion gives me drection,
And the form keeps me sane.
So I go from pen to pen,
Looking for the next rendition.
 Jan 2017 Peeka
LexiSully
She looks up,
Tears swelling in her eyes,
And looks into his,
Searching for a reason to hold out hope

She delays just a moment-
Waiting for a sign,
A wavering tear,
A slight gesture,
One word to make her worries disappear

She's hoping he will fight for her,
Dang it.

But instead, she walks away,
Stronger than ever,
Cradling a broken heart.
 Jan 2017 Peeka
i s a b e l l a
I want to pull you close
and let my fingertips
dance across your soul
and I want your eyes
to reach into mine
and refill my drought
but the magnitude
of fear inside of me
stops me from pulling you close
and letting you know
that I want you to be
mine
 Jan 2017 Peeka
Love
Unknown Love
 Jan 2017 Peeka
Love
To you, my one and only unknown love, I bestow unto you my heart and burning desires.
I've dreamed of our wedding day, and much more to come.
But still with a blank slate, for you, my one and only unknown love.
 Sep 2016 Peeka
NV
*deep breathe in*
 Sep 2016 Peeka
NV
MY GOD,
I HAVE INHALED ABANDONMENT FOR SO LONG,
THAT ANY SCENT OF LOVE IN THE AIR,
MAKES IT HARD FOR ME TO BREATHE.
PLUS,
THE TANKS OF OXYGEN ALWAYS SEEM TO BE MIXED WITH A HIGH DOSAGE OF PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY,
AND I WEAR THE MASKS SO OFTEN,
I FORGET I EVEN HAVE THEM ON.
 Jun 2016 Peeka
Sethnicity
Gave us the thrilla
You butterfly paradise
It stings like a bee
In so many ways you fought for better days we give you praise for all you gave.
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