When talking about Guatemala, there is a universe of mixed emotions that cannot be expressed in simple words. Therefore, we share some short poems that describe different feelings about our country and its current situation.
Sometimes poetry becomes a cry of the soul that expresses deep feelings of love, tenderness, sadness, joy, anger and other emotions.
In other words, A poem is the vehicle that transports us to the universe of its creator, where his ideas, sensations and experiences converge.
Next, You will find some short poems written by contemporary Guatemalan authors. Several poems are unpublished and others have been published in various literary works.
Short poems about Guatemala
1. On the shores of Atitlán
The water is blue,
turquoise green is her body,
their heartbeats do not stop,
end up on its banks.
(Miguel Tum Ajkot)
2. Verses to Guatemala
Stage, my story,
of my reality, context.
A pretext for adventures,
you are a fantasy.
Birth and agony.
Shine the alum fire,
Juan Diéguez on a summit.
You are temple and library,
Guatemalan dimension
that you become a habit of mine.
(Walter González)
3. Get up
May it not be enough for you to open your eyes at dawn
and get on the routine train,
Don’t settle,
Do not justify this reality,
don’t resign yourself to ruin.
Don’t let them convince you
that this is the only possibility,
you’re welcome…
and build your best truth,
Rise and wake up, my country!
(Ligia Garcia and Garcia)
4. Coactemalan (fragment)
Telling a story,
spinning a huipil,
playing a marimba,
torteando a tortilla,
tasting the Kaq-ik,
a smile is framed
barrel-colored,
and is born
a look of a dead flower,
a hair of mountain mist,
a sigh of volcanic air,
a water birth, Nahual altar,
a kiss of huipil that ties
my ceiba root
to the depths of Xibalba,
and I make a white flower grow
in the dark.
(Alfredo Rac)
5. Love verses for a country without angels (fragment)
Although the moon no longer fills my pupils with snowy lights
and the universe falls into the houses – just houses that
They lean against each other,
on the unsafe and muddy slopes of the grey city.
Although the narrow, dusty roads,
cobbled and full of thorns
that meander there in the mountains
and that before, as a blind girl, seemed so picturesque to me,
Today, don’t talk to me about anything other than the need
and the hunger and neglect that our people suffer.
Oh, love! How do I tell you?
that you are no longer the one I saw
with starry eyes and new fruit skin?
(Claudia Chinchilla Vetorazzi, taken from the poetry collection Blind Birds)
6. The city
The soul becomes deaf to the screams of the asphalt
who cries in vain for the death of the run over
The one who ran early but not as a sport
but out of the need to earn pennies.
In this huge sewer where we live crowded together
amidst the stifling heat inside urban transport,
that mobile sarcophagus that is always packed,
We are all living dead but we don’t notice it yet.
We are children of anger and violence
Our gene carries desert dreams within it,
broken hopes and lives without goals.
We are sunk in the morbidity of inhuman cruelty
which becomes our daily existence
in this thing we call Guatemala City.
(Ruth Vaides, taken from the collection of poems Kodoku Shi – Lonely Death)
7. Guate, I don’t want you to be bad (fragment)
Guate, what happened?
Go away, answer.
Guate, are you okay?
Guate, my land, wounded and mistreated,
when will you be fair again?
Your light of justice is revealed.
What will happen now, if we don’t have justice?
Guate, I want to see you bloom like a cornfield in spring.
Guate, I don’t want you to be bad.
(Elijah Tale)
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