The ofrenda
As the bench sits all alone people
Gather around it with many of
Ofrenfa’s to bless their dead ones
To bless the hunger of dead ones they love.
👁 18💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
GothAngelPoetryy
Edger allen poe inspires me too write poetry. I also like the color red. I have Adhd and autism. they/she/them/her
View all poems →▾ This Poem's Voice
Your Poem's Voice
PersonalThemeAbstract
Blends personal ritual with abstract spiritual concepts of blessing and hunger.
SparseMeasureDense
Single sustained idea across four lines; meditative pacing with minimal concept density.
DarkSentimentBright
Melancholic yet reverent; honoring dead carries grief and respect equally.
StillEnergyExplosive
Quiet, still language; seated imagery and ceremonial tone create stillness.
MicroLengthEpic
Four lines; micro-length poem under six lines.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Personification of bench; metaphorical 'hunger of dead ones' and blessing imagery present.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Primarily lyric observation with slight narrative framing of communal ritual.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.