John Lars Zwerenz
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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John Lars Zwerenz Poems
The Rose Garden
THE ROSE GARDEN Where can we find a cove where love and lute Are married to the strains of cello and flute,
The morn is giving birth To the dawn- yet to reign, still budding, undone. Shall you play the earth, And me the sun? -
An Angel's Song
An Angel's Song We ventured out in the gray of night, On amber furrows beneath linden trees,
Ladies And Men
LADIES AND MEN The window box looks down below To the avenue where young ladies pass
A Lady Fair
I ventured out one pristine night Beneath blue stars to a furrow on a hill.
Our love was an ivory boon, Which reigned with the angels in the night. We would kiss beneath the moon, Among the statues in the light.
I Ventured Out Beneath The Moon...
I ventured out beneath the moon, full, white and round... I ventured out beneath the moon, full, white and round. My boots broke the sheets of snow as I walked with the muse, my guide.
To My Future Bride
TO MY FUTURE BRIDE 'I am faint with love.' - The Song of Songs
THE MUSE I shall leave the city, the bustling town. I shall walk to the outskirts of the wild plains,
PURGATORY I went down into Sheol, where all my bones Were numbered like knots of whited rope;
I wove my verses in a cluster of purple stars, While dreaming on the meadow in the tender, April rain. A mendicant, I wandered to the outskirts of the plain, And I slept in the glow of a campfire's bars.
Lethe (A Sonnet)
LETHE (A Sonnet) I shall open my satchel and compose anew. While dreaming, I saunter to the inn for a brew;
The Grave of Charles Baudelaire
THE GRAVE OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Snug within your rainy cave, There are stanzas which rise
Quotationsmore quotations »
''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 Rose Garden
THE ROSE GARDEN
Where can we find a cove where love and lute
Are married to the strains of cello and flute,
Sheltered from the rains in our garments of white?
Let us walk to the courtyard basked in moonlight!
And there, amid Cupid's statues of the square,
Where cormorants gleam in the sweet, summer air,
We shall encounter blooms of the redolent rose,
In the bliss of our secluded garden close.
And there, in our sanctuary of amorous play,
In a sanctified nook which no one else knows,
We shall love one another in the hazy noon of day,