John Lars Zwerenz

Veteran Poet - 1,761 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

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  • Angela Bradford (7/1/2017 10:31:00 AM)

    John Lars Zwerenz is the greatest poet in the world still living. His Eternal Verse is a literary masterpiece. Angie Bradford, Boston, MA

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  • Veronica Grimaldi Veronica Grimaldi (4/19/2016 3:45:00 PM)

    John Lars Zwerenz is the best contemporary poet in America. Veronica Grimaldi

  • Leann Howard Leann Howard (2/24/2016 9:30:00 AM)

    John Lars Zwerenz is without any doubt the greatest poet of the 21st Century, by miles. His verse is without flaw, always astonishing, and I have read all of his works. LeAnn Howard

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 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.

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