oskar hansen


on the highest crest


On the Highest Crest

Beautiful October
God has gone main-stream
Ignores the seasons
Wants to be loved by us all
Before the big deluge

Lovely October
God disregard the cycles
My river is dry
While I sunbathe by its shore
And think of buying camels.

Godly October
Vacation’s our new deity
Tomorrow is today
Frost and snow are banished
But Himalaya is an island





Pretty October
We fight for a place to sit
The strongest win
Design a new national flag
And build a golden temple



Scenic October
The Sea is heaven’s mirror
God was a dream
No echo of man lingers
The long stillness has begun

Submitted: Thursday, October 28, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (on the highest crest by oskar hansen )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Soul In Turmoil, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  2. Public Limited Company Safety Catch, Terence G. Craddock
  3. Cry Tears (Secret Message Poem), Ronald Chapman
  4. I am married to the Muses, Hebert Logerie
  5. Limited Suffix Finances Warms Limited Li.., Terence G. Craddock
  6. Counting Sheep, Ronald Chapman
  7. Unprepared To Sit And Listen, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  8. Athens Shall Burn For the 3rd Time, Joseph DeMarco
  9. Color Of Easter, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  10. Color White, Ronald Chapman

Poem of the Day

poet Edgar Allan Poe

Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, is not (now) my theme-
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Jacques Prevert

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]