Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

441. Rosemary 9/7/2014
442. The Royal Nativity 9/8/2014
443. Stardust 9/8/2014
444. Matins Performed At Cistine Chapel 9/9/2014
445. La Rose 9/12/2014
446. A Broken Mirror 9/12/2014
447. The Rosy Cross-Ii 9/12/2014
448. Justice Blind 9/12/2014
449. Matinee 9/13/2014
450. Raincoat 9/13/2014
451. Lines Written On Darien Peak Ii 9/14/2014
452. Lines Written On Darien Peak I 9/14/2014
453. To The Moon Ii 9/15/2014
454. Ode To Love Ii 9/15/2014
455. Summer 9/15/2014
456. Autumn 9/16/2014
457. Skylark 9/16/2014
458. Dreamland Ii 9/16/2014
459. A Tribute To Love 9/16/2014
460. Pastoral 9/16/2014
461. Evening 9/16/2014
462. On Valentine 9/16/2014
463. Title Of A Poem 9/16/2014
464. The Rosy Cross I 9/16/2014
465. Eternity I 9/16/2014
466. On Blindness 9/16/2014
467. Sonata 9/16/2014
468. Sirius 9/16/2014
469. Pico-The-Gnome 9/16/2014
470. Ceremonial 9/16/2014
471. Gardener 9/3/2014
472. Primrose 9/3/2014
473. Prosaic 9/3/2014
474. Astral I 9/3/2014
475. Denizen 9/3/2014
476. Intuition 9/3/2014
477. Mandrake 9/3/2014
478. On His Metaphysics 9/3/2014
479. Mythology 9/3/2014
480. The Red Moon 9/3/2014
Best Poem of Naveed Khalid

Ode To Love I

I'll not show thee, love, in summer's prime,
That by the sun before your eyes,
Hath fled as well in ethereal wings,
What in beauty's look you still behold;
And by a worthier pen is writ alone,
Against time's e'er changing face:
A shadow from the tree of wilderness,
Of May morning in the mellowing year,
Full ripe gourd of some hazel nuts,
Which to my decaying form abides,
The world of your sickening desires,
a bag of bones with two lovers dead;
Oft rich in colour more scope of things abound:
Eternity! shall have no place in heaven,
Or else...

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Resurrection

Me thought no fair aspect by time's devouring hand,
That to my decaying form of mortal look in cold repose;
Else in white bier by what I write to my eyes so blind
Than e'ery fair from thy fairest brow in ne'er ending night
To that sheer scope of light, my love, glorified in abundance
Of living memory's pen-pricked angels in waking hour,
Oft illumines more bright a wanton tapestry at thy throne,
Lo! full rich content of that forfeited dark ere thine unweird eye:
I fain would bring to

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