IN NAME CALLED LOVE

IN NAME CALLED LOVE

A Poem by E.P. Robles
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As a poet I appreciate the grandeur and passionate spirit embedded in poems. I wish this to be such a poem: it is vibrant, resonating with grand metaphors, vibrant descriptions, and vivid personifica

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From celestial realms, I descend in splendor,
Apollo, the radiant, shall weave this epic tale.
With words that ignite and verses ablaze,
I endeavor to craft an enchanting saga to regale.

In golden chariot, I traverse the skies,
A fiery muse kindling my heart's sacred flame.
With relentless ardor and artistic prowess,
I sculpt a masterpiece, each word staking its claim.

Oh, muse of epic tales and dreams that aspire,
Empower me to soar on heaven's etheric spire.
Let the cosmos quiver and earth stand in awe,
As my words, like arrows, reveal truth without flaw.

I'll color the vast skies with cosmic art's hues,
Revealing the depths of the human heart's views.
In each crafted line, emotions shall pirouette,
Enhancing life's tapestry with tales we won't forget.

I'll sing of love, both gentle and wild,
Of whispered promises and passions beguiled.
Through sighs of longing and tender caresses,
I'll encapsulate the essence of divine blessings.

The grandeur of nature, I'll unfold with grace,
Majestic mountains, and rivers' enchanting trace.
From dawn's gentle light to twilight's tender clasp,
In the beauty of creation, my words shall unceasingly grasp.

I'll traverse realms of mythical lore,
Unraveling secrets, hitherto unexplored.
Heroes shall emerge, their valor undeterred,
Their names immortal, their tales forever heard.

From sorrow's depths to joy's pinnacle,
My verses will ebb and flow like a rhythmical cycle.
Through life's triumphs and laments that wail,
I'll breathe solace into every despairing tale.

Oh, Apollo, God of eloquent verse,
In this grand symphony, let all beings immerse.
May my words kindle a celestial fire,
And inspire generations with fervor and desire.

So, let the words cascade like a celestial choir,
In this symphony of beauty, I promise never to tire.
For I, Apollo, the deity of inspired art,
Shall etch this epic on the canvas of every heart.

With unwavering spirit and boundless domain,
I gift the world this poem, unchained.

:: r/06.22.2023 ::

© 2023 E.P. Robles


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Added on June 22, 2023
Last Updated on June 22, 2023
Tags: eros, god, love, adventure, journey, fear, hearts

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E.P. Robles
E.P. Robles

SAN ANTONIO, TX



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I write a lot and I paint a lot. I think just enough that I believe I am a very crazy person at all times. I am very friendly to a fault and find life very very short. I write in bursts with each p.. more..

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