John Lars Zwerenz
John Lars Zwerenz Poems
- Love The morn is giving birth To the dawn- yet to reign, ...
- An Angel's Song An Angel's Song We ventured out in the ...
- The Rose Garden THE ROSE GARDEN Where can we find a cove ...
- Ladies And Men LADIES AND MEN The window box looks down ...
- A Lady Fair I ventured out one pristine night Beneath blue ...
- Our Love Our love was an ivory boon, Which reigned with the...
- I Ventured Out Beneath The Moo... I ventured out beneath the...
John Lars Zwerenz (1969-) is an American journalist,
poet and writer known for his romantic,
impressionistic and mystical works. He
owns a Bachelor's Degree in English from
Queens College at The City University
of New York, but at the age of 24 he left
his graduate studies in order to travel and
write poetry. His writings are deeply spiritual in subject matter and tone. Much of his verse employs transcendental language and is rich in meaning and musicality. Eternal Verse, (2013) widely lauded as a poetic masterpiece takes the reader on an astounding journey through the beautific realms of paradise. It has just been published by Xlibris of Simon ... more »
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''Poetry devoid of music is life devoid of air.''John Lars Zwerenz
''It is in the sacred realm of ethereal silences where secrets are revealed.''John Lars Zwerenz
''Air, food, shelter, clothing and water are the means of life. Yet, next to the love of God and others, it is art that we live for.''John Lars Zwerenz
Most of my poetry was written on the road, far away from my boyhood home in New York City. I lived in abject poverty most of the time, depending on the generosity of strangers and friends. Most of my...John Lars Zwerenz
Did you all not know that agony and sufferings are the path that is paved to Paradise? Did you all not know that every tear shed upon the earth shall be transformed into an eternal crown of glory? H...John Lars Zwerenz
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The morn is giving birth
To the dawn- yet to reign, still budding, undone.
Shall you play the earth,
And me the sun? -
Why not? -
Let us go, let us go
Where the blue currents run,
Now hither, now there, now high, now low,
Upon the lot
Of the breeze-caressed hill.
Let me kiss your sweet flesh of the daffodil,
And embrace you in the waking glen.
And then, let me love you
In the succulent vineyards,
In the blooms of the hazy, yawning garden.
And there, beneath the greenish hue
Of the quickening firmament,
Astonishing and bright,