Mariela Cordero New Poetry|Venezuelan poetry |An influential Venezuelan poet

Venezuelan poetry reflects the country's rich cultural tapestry, blending indigenous, colonial, and revolutionary influences. Notable poets like Andrés Eloy Blanco and Vicente Gerbasi explore themes of identity, nature, and social justice. Contemporary voices, such as Yolanda Pantin, continue this legacy, using poetry to express resilience amid political and social challenges.Dear readers, today we will read poems of popular  poet of Venezuela, hope you like it.

Mariela Cordero

Surrender.

Surrender 
like a story that melts
expose 
the wrinkle and the scar
to reveal also
the strong smile of the body
to give to drink the cloudy water of the heart.
Surrender  
                              barefoot
 with no other attire than the candle
of the indomitable eyes,
                                    pure
as one who surrenders
 to death.
 
The hand in the shadow.
 
There is a hand in the shadow
 devoid of clemency
expelled from the empire of caresses
it does not know the trade
of building closeness or prayers.
 
This hand
                              bursts 
with the flutter of slaughter, 
its movements foul
 the waves
 of the assaulted body.
 
 It tears with precision
the submissive skin,   
 
                   baptizes the wound
and draws a line 
with his steel finger.
 
Only 
wants to give you
                           the scar.
 
The sensed features.
 
All the faces go astray 
 on the journey, 
the hungry memory
 aspires to retain them
but the traces and signs
are diluted in the tide of bewilderment.
 
In the crowd blooms
                       immediate
like a blow
a unique face
                  unknown
that imposes itself
 
 
and unsettles you
until you are pierced
by the fulminating joy 
of ending the search.  
 
 The beloved face
 gathers
 all the sensed features
 
 
The inscrutable eyes.
 
The inscrutable eyes 
that hide
 within galloping cities of steel, 
are behind 
thousands of other sleepwalking eyes. 
 
They are indomitable narcotics
 that mutilate the helplessness
soothe the screams
and pour out caresses.
When they emerge
 they take you by assault.
 
You know 
that you will die
 invoking them.
 
The sensed features.
 
All the faces go astray 
 on the journey, 
the hungry memory
 aspires to retain them
but the traces and signs
are diluted in the tide of bewilderment.
 
In the crowd blooms
                       immediate
like a blow
a unique face
                  unknown
that imposes itself
 
 
and unsettles you
until you are pierced
by the fulminating joy 
of ending the search.  
 
 The beloved face
 gathers
 all the sensed features
 
 
Island.
 
Far away,
forged of oblivion
                      besieged
by hungry waters
                       lonely 
hot sand.
 
An island
 that calcines resembles your 
 mouth.
 
The first.
 
I am the first
I'm at the beginning
Of time
In the middle of the gloom
In the particle
Of this sunset
And to the edge
Of the collapse.
 
I am all
And none.
 
 
Name.
 
There is a name that I drink
Half solar alcohol, half secret water
 
There's a name that I scream
  Mixed in the bustle of the others
 
There is a name that I caress
Piece of forest
Warm and persistent
 
There is a name
River, sweet arrow and sweat.
 
A name
                         that devours
my name.
 
Fragile as
the absolute
 
fragile as
the absolute
 
            in this way
 
emerges
the caress
( Micropoems Prize in Spanish of the III contest TRANSPalabr @RTE 2015, Spain).
 
The packs.
 
When you first stepped
the soil of the capsizing kingdom
you forgot
your inherited signs.
You didn’t raise your eyes again
to conjure the sky
and filled with flesh and earth
you eluded the inapprehensible map
of the stars
always in exodus.
The old religion was demolished
and never heard again
the incessant breathing
of your morals
without cracks.
You multiplied
in the feast
of cuts and tears.
You followed the course of the packs.
Now
you have no name.
 
 
Apprentice.
 
For each day
a baptism of fire
avid trials
and unbreathable aftermath.
 
You burn
in the perpetual lesson
and in unrelenting dread.
 
You fear
that in the other
territory
you will remain
apprentice.