John Lars Zwerenz

Veteran Poet - 1,618 Points (1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)

John Lars Zwerenz Poems

41. Torment (The Guest) 6/5/2014
42. Darkness 6/5/2014
43. It Is The Season 6/6/2014
44. The Hallowed Eve 6/6/2014
45. Once I Did Love You 6/6/2014
46. I Came Upon The Castle... 6/6/2014
47. Snow In Paradise 6/17/2014
48. A Voyage To Scotland 6/20/2014
49. In The Spirit 6/21/2014
50. Twilight By The Shore 6/23/2014
51. The Duchess 6/26/2014
52. Tremulous Seas 6/27/2014
53. Her Melody 7/3/2014
54. A Melody 7/3/2014
55. A Walk In The Square 7/5/2014
56. The Art Of Poetry 7/6/2014
57. Her Gaze 7/7/2014
58. The Garden 7/9/2014
59. Your Endless Reign 7/16/2014
60. Rapture 7/26/2014
61. To All Atheists 9/7/2014
62. Shadows 9/14/2014
63. Maria 9/22/2014
64. The Lord Is Good 5/15/2014
65. Un Marin's Song 5/20/2014
66. Of A Dark-Eyed Lady 5/20/2014
67. A Sailor's Song 5/20/2014
68. I Abide By My Love 6/11/2014
69. Two-Thirty 6/14/2014
70. To Mary 6/15/2014
71. À Marie Le 6/15/2014
72. A Maria, La 6/15/2014
73. A María 6/15/2014
74. Of She Whom I Love 10/11/2014
75. If We Have Love 10/12/2014
76. Heaven 12/13/2014
77. On Christmas Evening 12/21/2014
78. A Walk With My Lover 1/4/2015
79. Paradise 2/8/2016
80. Her Kiss 2/13/2016
Best Poem of John Lars Zwerenz

A Gypsy's Life

A gypsy am I, as I rove on the downy dale;
Aside from the taverns, the fields are my only vale.
I drink from my carafe a fairy-fermented brew,
And I dream of fair love, beneath a radiant sky of blue.

I carry within my satchel a book of romantic rhyme;
I wield it when I may, and write as I did of old: -
Of a sable-haired girl, whose gaze is of a raven-gold.
Her dress is white and long, and her hair is of an elysian clime.

I am struck by visions beside the lane,
On starry October nights, laved by the autumn rain,
And I sleep beneath the myrtles, musing ...

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A Voyage To Cyprus

A VOYAGE TO CYPRUS

I ferried eastward, leaving Cythera, her wine,
Her temples of ivory, her boundless plains
Far, far behind me, as Macedonian rains
Filled the vast Aegean's brine.

And in that flowery Ionian wake
I encountered wanton zephyrs of blue,

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