Category latino poetry


Candelario was an old man He went to church just on Sundays His wife paid him to take a shower Smelled like beer every hour All of us kids feared Candelario Found out he was a Veterano “Viva Mexico” in the revolution Now I understand… Why Candelario sunk in sand nathanbonilla © 2017 image credit: […]

Poem: To The Primo I Never Knew

To the primo I never knew To live and die by the gun The calling of the streets Crawling under the rug The subway rats creeping in the fog Catch you slipping like a deep sleep Fingers on the trigger light up the streets For a moment reality creeps in A fight breaks out from […]


To all those that I knew Taken away from the arms of love ones Taken by the barrel of the gun Oppressed from the reality of self All for one piece of land Which belonged to a system and not one Yet to die and to live was but a vapor in this land Oppressed […]

Poem: A cycle of a system

A system of systems You will never understand Understand the pain that is felt A child going hungry A wife left abandoned All because the rat sits in his chair Sleeps in his bed To destroy the life underneath Will it every change? No, seems to be the answer A new form may be set […]


Memories remind me of him A short man with Aztec skin Heavy mustached that rested just above his lip His stomach hung as a monkey on a tree To me he was simply Don Javier But to others he was a father A husband A hard working man that brought food to the table His […]