oskar hansen


oskar hansen Poems

1. Extolling The Great -new- 2/11/2016
2. Fig Tree Very Lovely 12/15/2015
3. In Defence Of The Lesser 12/16/2015
4. The Fest 12/17/2015
5. Misapprehension 12/18/2015
6. The Future Of Europe 12/19/2015
7. Mystery Tour 12/21/2015
8. Geography And Racism 12/22/2015
9. Yule Tide Again 12/23/2015
10. A Question 12/24/2015
11. Christmas And Ex. Drinker 12/25/2015
12. Epigram 56 12/26/2015
13. The Escape From Finland 12/27/2015
14. A Brother Never Met 12/27/2015
15. The Caliphate 12/28/2015
16. No Longer Silent 12/28/2015
17. New, New Haiku 12/29/2015
18. The Kiss 12/29/2015
19. The Oasis 1/3/2016
20. Tango 1/4/2016
21. When The Dead Awakens 1/5/2016
22. Desire 1/6/2016
23. The Hidden Kiss 1/7/2016
24. Winter Of Discontent 2 1/10/2016
25. Going Home 1/11/2016
26. Epigram 4 1/12/2016
27. Quiet Despair 1 1/13/2016
28. After The Concert 1/14/2016
29. The Semitic People 1/15/2016
30. Three New Haiku 1/16/2016
31. A Different Sonnet 1/17/2016
32. A Love Story 1 1/18/2016
33. My Way 1/19/2016
34. Female Education 1/20/2016
35. Olive And Orange 1/21/2016
36. The Abyss 1/22/2016
37. Fire Hazard 1/23/2016
38. Fire Hazard 1 1/23/2016
39. Passing Misgiving 1/24/2016
40. Rainy Day Sonnet 1/26/2016
Best Poem of oskar hansen

...And It Was Her Summer

…And It Was Her Summer


“Go back to the children’s home, she said I have no work and
can’t afford to keep you” Late June afternoon she sat on a bench
with a man I didn’t know. The man smiled I didn’t like him, but
took the coins he gave me to buy an ice –cream for; I was still
hanging about so mother got up and slapped me across the face.
”Get lost you stupid boy! ” My face was burning I threw the coins
into the lake and ran away. When I stopped running it was night
and I could see sheep in a field, I was tired and cold, thought of
seeking shelter in a...

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The Blue Boat

The Blue Boat

When winter rain falls
The lake in the vale fills up
Clear as a child’s tear
Where a blue rowing boat floats
Whishing it were a schooner

When the wind blows
You can if you try see masts
And its boastful sails
As it crosses vast expanses
Of dreams and secret longings

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