Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

1721. The President 9/25/2016
1722. The President I Nearly Met 5/12/2010
1723. The President Two 1/20/2017
1724. The Pride Of Lions 7/22/2013
1725. The Primeval 3/1/2009
1726. The Princess 11/20/2009
1727. The Problem With God 10/26/2010
1728. The Promise 4/30/2013
1729. The Quest 1 6/26/2014
1730. The Question 12/28/2011
1731. The Question Of Faith 1/3/2014
1732. The Rabbit 3/6/2017
1733. The Race Thing 4/17/2015
1734. The Racial Issue 7/14/2015
1735. The Rainbow Man 3/31/2012
1736. The Raven 5/23/2014
1737. The Reformatory 3/8/2013
1738. The Refugee 10/28/2016
1739. The Regugee 10/28/2016
1740. The Relentless 6/30/2014
1741. The Reptile 3/18/2009
1742. The Revealer 12/7/2010
1743. The Revenge Of A Doormat 6/6/2013
1744. The River 9/28/2012
1745. The Roma 9/21/2010
1746. The Rose 2/28/2016
1747. The Sailor 6/27/2014
1748. The Sales 12/28/2010
1749. The Satan 3/11/2016
1750. The Savannah Grnu 6/20/2015
1751. The Scent 7/13/2016
1752. The Scent 2 7/13/2016
1753. The Scent Of Sonnet 7/13/2016
1754. The Schooner 3/30/2012
1755. The Scream 5/14/2009
1756. The Sea 11/3/2008
1757. The Sea And Life 6/3/2015
1758. The Sea And Sex 6/3/2015
1759. The Sea Of The Fogotten 9/22/2016
1760. The Seal 3/21/2015
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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