John Lars Zwerenz

Veteran Poet - 1,693 Points (1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)

John Lars Zwerenz Poems

161. The Bower 10/13/2013
162. Ode To Spring (A Sonnet) 5/31/2013
163. The Lake 4/27/2014
164. On Entering Heaven 5/6/2014
165. A Voyage To Cyprus 2/21/2013
166. Lethe (A Sonnet) 11/6/2013
167. As God And Goddess By John Lars Zwerenz 11/26/2017
168. The Grave Of Charles Baudelaire 2/19/2015
169. Andalusia 5/16/2015
170. Alchemy 2/14/2013
171. Women 2/13/2014
172. The Muse 2/15/2014
173. Purgatory 5/26/2014
174. To You, My Love 12/14/2015
175. To My Future Bride 6/9/2014
176. I Ventured Out Beneath The Moon... 12/9/2013
177. A Lady Fair 5/11/2014
178. The Rose Garden 1/22/2015
179. Love 3/13/2014
180. Our Love 7/31/2013
181. An Angel's Song 1/17/2015
182. Ladies And Men 1/30/2014
183. A Gypsy's Life 2/8/2013

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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Comme Dieu Et Déesse De

Comme Dieu et déesse de

la grande porte d'OR, LE DIAMANT a mené à bien.
J'ai été témoin des pétales de rose, OUVERT UN PAR UN,
DANS L'ombrage du cloître, à l'abri de toute lamentation.
Comme BREEZES EN REMUANT DANS UN VASE, émettant chaque parfum agréable,
LES PUITS DE L'enceinte, donc très chargé,
m'a laissé hébété dans l'émerveillement que j'ai rencontré une femme, juste
avec les fleurs de cerisier dansent dans les tresses de ses cheveux.

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