Poem… Silence


(translation|modification of Silencio)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

My audible silence deafens.
My words flee from the ear.
I hear the chant that softens
my Latino heart so feared.

It only softens me.
Alone, I hear my soul.
My Hispanic spirit drinks
cascading waters in their silent roar.

I perspire Latin verses
over fields of white
that don’t understand the flavor of my song
or appreciate its beauty.

My soul screams in a deaf world.
Deaf, the world ignores my song.
Toward my own America, this herald sings.
Only she can hear my voice.

–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or the original version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo–


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Only selected verses of my already published poems appear on this website. From today onward, I will post the complete poems on this website in the order that they were originally published on the site.  I hope you enjoy them.

–Luis S. González-Acevedo


Sólo los versos selectos de poemas previamente publicados en libros aparecen en este espacio. A partir de hoy, comenzaré a publicar los poemas en su totalidad en el orden que fueron publicados originalmente en esta plataforma. Espero que los disfruten.

–Luis S. González-Acevedo


Poem: your snowman

snowman with camera
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your snowman

by luis s. gonzález-acevedo

–september 30, 2018–
columbus, ohio, usa

snowflakes settled over ground
so your trembling hands could mold
a snowman in the winter’s cold.
my chills of life have left you spellbound.

i’m the multitude of flakes & crystals,
the frozen sculpture of your dreams.
but seasons pass, and my fate is dismal:
spring turns arctic sculptures into crumbling figurines.

¿what melting fear do spring birds trill?
¿will wicked time bring my demise?
the memories of my christmas love will forever chill
your new year’s tremors with flakes of falling ice.


Poem: dear miss pen, …

memo notebook paper pen
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dear miss pen, …

by luis s. gonzález-acevedo

–september 7, 2018–
columbus, ohio, usa

dear miss pen,

my confidant in passing
and thought-memorializing friend

miss pen,

you allow me to command, desire, say & ask
but one day, you’ll leave my thoughts mid task

miss pen,

you’ll take your leave, but to what end?
you’ll silence me, and the flow of words suspend

miss pen,

i’ve cradled you in my hand
my fingers’ touch –paper’s jealousy can’t stand

i’ll grieve the ink you’ve spilled for me, miss pen
i’ll cry our final strokes
and suffer your ink’s end

i promise… our scribbled love shall not erode
nor shall the affection that on my heart you wrote.