Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

521. Plato's Dialogue 11/30/2017
522. A Pigsty Of Meatballs 12/2/2017
523. A Breaking Dawn 12/2/2017
524. Colour Blind 12/2/2017
525. Bear's Paw 12/3/2017
526. Hummingbird By The Window Sill 12/3/2017
527. A Bow In The Bush 12/4/2017
528. A Bag Of Bones 12/4/2017
529. A Basket Full Of Posies 12/5/2017
530. A Green-Eyed Monster 12/5/2017
531. Adpunk 12/5/2017
532. Sunflower 12/9/2017
533. Arise, Arise 12/10/2017
534. A Valentino Love 12/11/2017
535. Lines Written On Darien Peak Ii 12/12/2017
536. A Cat-Walk 12/14/2017
537. A School Bell 12/14/2017
538. A Parrot On Olive Branch 12/18/2017
539. A Love Note 12/19/2017
540. A Creek By The Western Isle 12/20/2017
541. Crow's Nest 12/21/2017
542. Melancholy 12/23/2017
543. Printer's Devil 12/23/2017
544. A Little Mermaid I 12/26/2017
545. A Collar-Bone 12/27/2017
546. Denizen 12/28/2017
547. The Angelus 12/28/2017
548. Summer 1/1/2018
549. A Private Knee At My Door 1/5/2018
550. A Safe Haven 1/5/2018
551. A Cato-Street Conspiracy 1/6/2018
552. A Secret Society 1/8/2018
553. Cleopatra 1/8/2018
554. A Flying Bed 1/8/2018
555. Scapegoat 1/8/2018
556. A Chemlot In Amberwoods 1/9/2018
557. A Damsel In Distress 1/12/2018
558. Mirror 1/12/2018
559. A Visionary Poet 1/12/2018
560. Song Of Harp 1/14/2018

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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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Youth

Lord! me, too, hath passed that age of crimson joy,
That grows to eternal bliss in silent hours of the night;
More blessed by what I write, of wanton looks that boy
Than by looking more, so porous as the eyes, such darling insight
To my mind still of another rent at midnight lease,
E'ery flower upon a barren heath ere thine unweird eye:
My love of youthful prime in summer's evening sky,
Much too rendered in age old grey under the Archangel's brow,
That lone wanderer's bed, a star-Y

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