John Lars Zwerenz

Veteran Poet - 1,584 Points (1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)

John Lars Zwerenz Poems

81. Son Baiser (Her Kiss) 2/13/2016
82. My Lady 2/13/2016
83. A Winter's Wood 2/17/2016
84. Beauty 2/17/2016
85. Courtyards 2/19/2016
86. As God And Goddess 2/20/2016
87. Mystic Wines 2/22/2016
88. Winter In The Town 2/23/2016
89. The Song Of Your Love 2/23/2016
90. The Palace 3/20/2016
91. Dreaming 3/20/2016
92. My Lady Is Lovely 3/20/2016
93. After Our Deaths 3/24/2016
94. The Flowers By The Ocean By John Lars Zwerenz 3/29/2016
95. The Square 4/5/2016
96. Morpheus 4/7/2016
97. Morpheus (En Français) 4/7/2016
98. Your Wake 4/19/2016
99. In Trances Of Ecstasy (A Sonnet) 4/19/2016
100. Our Chambers (A Sonnet) 4/19/2016
101. The Shade (A Sonnet) 4/22/2016
102. My Loveliest Love 5/14/2016
103. A Walk With You 5/23/2016
104. A Lover's Song 6/19/2016
105. An Ecstasy 6/27/2016
106. My Summer Love 7/17/2016
107. A Reverie 8/20/2016
108. A Poem Written In Heaven 8/24/2016
109. The Beatific Queen 8/26/2016
110. The Black Concerto 9/7/2016
111. Chablis 9/8/2016
112. A Homage To My High School 9/21/2016
113. Death 10/11/2016
114. My Wife 10/11/2016
115. Fall 11/13/2016
116. The Rose Clad Bower 2/21/2017
117. Nostalgia 2/21/2017
118. Glory 2/25/2017
119. Salvation 3/5/2017
120. La Rose Doublés Bower 3/5/2017
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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Our Bastion By The Sea

Our Bastion By The Sea

Let us walk barefoot in the morning dew,
Upon the fresh grass,
As the hours pass.
Let me think of naught but you,
As we stroll upon the path among the greenery.
We shall find flowers bright,
In the celestial scenery.

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