oskar hansen


oskar hansen Poems

1. ...And It Was Her Summer 4/24/2009
2. A Cigarette 10/31/2008
3. ...And Sweet Was My Love 5/11/2009
4. A Christmas Remembered 8/31/2012
5. A Bridge In Portugal 2/22/2013
6. A Cairo Rose 2/17/2011
7. A Celebrated Accident 11/15/2010
8. 4 New Haiku 9/17/2013
9. A Bag Of Inconsequence 11/23/2011
10. 4 Haiku 9/8/2009
11. 25th Of December 12/26/2009
12. 4 New Senryu 7/29/2011
13. 3 Zen Poems 9/28/2011
14. 4 Modern 10/28/2011
15. A Cairo Street 1/29/2011
16. A Christmas Tale 12/16/2008
17. 3% 5/14/2010
18. A Beautiful Song 4/15/2011
19. 9/11 9/9/2011
20. 4 Senryu (The Modest) 4/20/2011
21. A Beggar 4/8/2013
22. A Bit Of Trivia 7/19/2013
23. A Belly Full 12/10/2008
24. A Cook’s Battle 12/16/2011
25. 3c Senryu 9/20/2013
26. A Collection Of Poetry 4/21/2012
27. Water Shortage 3/1/2013
28. A Country For Old Men 7/15/2010
29. The Garbage Collector 11/23/2010
30. Ronaldo 1/28/2014
31. Four April Haiku 5/1/2013
32. Can Trees Cry? 2/26/2013
33. The Field Of Mortality 7/12/2010
34. Vanishing Future 5/7/2009
35. Birthday Poem 11/1/2010
36. Silk Road 5/18/2011
37. A Dog For Sale 8/27/2013
38. Weather Forecast 1/9/2014
39. After The Wedding 11/4/2008
40. The Life Of A War Horse 1/30/2014
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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