John Lars Zwerenz

Veteran Poet - 1,740 Points (1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)

John Lars Zwerenz Poems

81. My Lady 2/13/2016
82. A Winter's Wood 2/17/2016
83. Beauty 2/17/2016
84. Courtyards 2/19/2016
85. As God And Goddess 2/20/2016
86. Mystic Wines 2/22/2016
87. Winter In The Town 2/23/2016
88. The Acropolis 7/11/2015
89. An Autumn Eve 9/23/2015
90. A Winter's Night 10/6/2015
91. Remembrance 11/9/2015
92. The Palace 3/20/2016
93. Dreaming 3/20/2016
94. My Lady Is Lovely 3/20/2016
95. After Our Deaths 3/24/2016
96. The Flowers By The Ocean By John Lars Zwerenz 3/29/2016
97. My Loveliest Love 5/14/2016
98. A Walk With You 5/23/2016
99. A Lover's Song 6/19/2016
100. An Ecstasy 6/27/2016
101. My Summer Love 7/17/2016
102. A Reverie 8/20/2016
103. A Poem Written In Heaven 8/24/2016
104. The Beatific Queen 8/26/2016
105. The Black Concerto 9/7/2016
106. Chablis 9/8/2016
107. A Homage To My High School 9/21/2016
108. Death 10/11/2016
109. My Wife 10/11/2016
110. Fall 11/13/2016
111. Nostalgia 2/21/2017
112. Glory 2/25/2017
113. Salvation 3/5/2017
114. La Rose Doublés Bower 3/5/2017
115. Ode To Paul Verlaine 3/9/2017
116. Ballads 3/9/2017
117. Her Name Is Of A Velvet Carol 6/7/2017
118. Our Bastion By The Sea 6/25/2017
119. A Walk In The Town 7/10/2017
120. Your Song 8/29/2017

Comments about John Lars Zwerenz

  • 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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The Billowing Reeds

The folding ivory, orphic ocean
Sobs as it rises
With shy, azure-blue, somnolent disguises,
Evoking, with its waves, an amorous emotion.

Indistinct, a billow plays
Upon the swept-back reeds,
Which makes ones dizzy,
In the late afternoon, summery haze.

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