Hello friends Hivers..
Today I come to you again with a poem, maybe it is not the usual way of writing, but I have already made it part of my hobby, and it is becoming more noticeable, rich and pleasant...
It is that writing in an unconventional way, innovating and looking for methods that catch your look, your very essence, so that you read me with pleasure, accompany me in my journey of Poetess and fly together to sing to love through poetry...
I hope you decipher this poem, the most vile essence of a flattering impostor... Beings capable of deceiving love, of playing with that noble feeling... They are beings that can become despicable beings, with God's forgiveness...
In the trap of your love: A deception so vile
The emblem of your scam,
Nobility of a machined lure...
The perfect web of seduction,
Accompanied by your most vile entanglement, mischief and ambush...
Conspiratorial trap of theatre,
They reigned in your evil self,
Bold as a devouring fish,
Machiavellian you imagined that move,
Thinking that I would be forever your prey,
Extinguishing the flame of my love for you...
Disguise that you took to the height,
Channelling our love into a ravine...
Tricky, adulterous and false,
An impostor who erased the idealism of love...
You altered all my feelings,
Your way of throwing everything away,
You obfuscated with your acrosolated poison,
A rearguard that shows no mercy...
A deformed vice of reality,
Your naturalness that distorted your essence of love...
Evidence that you're wide open,
You didn't even think about the uncertainty you generated in my life,
Range that you overshadowed with property,
Stealth appearance of your master method,
Ñaño and immature you were at all times,
An authentic object of royalty that I discovered...
Timo flattered in my bedroom,
Appearance of disloyalty, fantasy and simulation
I never thought you were capable of this invention...
You were vilely a coward,
Illusion, lie and falsehood you sowed,
Perfect debauchery of your macabre and wild plan...
I hope you liked my acrostic poem, a way of expressing my verses in tune with love, although this time it is about lack of love, but it is a flavorless one, which we cannot fail to manifest, in those experiences that are lived in everyday life
Until a next meeting, Amigos Hivers Lovers...
Her poetess La Flor Palida M.M. says goodbye
In the distance but I don't forget her...
VERSIÓN ESPAÑOL
Hola amigos Hivers..
Hoy les vengo nuevamente con un poema, quizás no es la forma de escribir habitual, pero ya la he convertido en parte de mi pasatiempo, y se está volviendo más notorio, rico y placentero…
Es que escribir en forma no convencional, innovar y buscar métodos que atrapen tu mirada, tu esencia misma, para que me leas con placer, me acompañes en mi viaje de Poetisa y volemos juntos a cantarles al amor a través de la poesía…
Espero que descifres este poema, la esencia más vil de un impostor adulador… Seres capaz de engañar al amor, de jugar con ese noble sentimiento… Son seres que pueden llegar a convertirse en seres despreciables, con el perdón de Dios…
En la Trampa de tú amor: Un engaño tan vil…
El embeleco de tú estafa,
Nobleza de un señuelo maquinado…
La trama perfecta de seducción,
Acompañada de tú enredo más vil, picardía y emboscada…
Trampa confabulada de tramoya,
Reinaron en tú ser malvado,
Audaz como un pez devorador,
Maquiavélicamente imaginaste esa jugada,
Pensando que sería para siempre tú presa,
Apagando la llama de mi amor por ti…
Disfraz que llevaste a la altura,
Encauzando nuestro amor a un barranco…
Tramposo, adultero y falso,
Un impostor que borro el idealismo del amor…
Alteraste todo mis sentimientos,
Manera tuya de echar todo a la borda,
Ofuscaste con tú veneno acrisolado,
Retaguardia que se asomo sin compasión…
Un vicio deformado de la realidad,
Naturalidad tuya que desvirtuaba tú esencia de amar…
Evidencia que dejaste de par en par,
Ni siquiera pensaste en la incertidumbre que generaste en mi vida,
Gama que opacaste con propiedad,
Apariencia sigilosa de tú método maestro,
Ñaño e inmaduro fuiste en todo momento,
Objeto de realeza auténtica que descubrí…
Timo adulado en mi recamara,
Apariencia de deslealtad, fantasía y simulación,
Nunca pensé que fueses capaz de esta invención…
Vilmente fuiste un cobarde,
Ilusión, mentira y falsedad sembraste,
Libertinaje perfecto de tú plan macabro y salvaje…