Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

561. North Wind In Sails 11/16/2014
562. Masque 11/16/2014
563. A Summersault Beach 11/18/2014
564. Cemetery 11/21/2014
565. Abstraction-I 12/5/2014
566. Dreamland-I 12/5/2014
567. A Beautiful Lady 12/5/2014
568. A Wild Rose 12/5/2014
569. Maestro, Please! 12/6/2014
570. Christmas Eve Ii 12/7/2014
571. Christening 12/9/2014
572. Oracle 12/13/2014
573. My Fair Lady 12/13/2014
574. Twelft Night If So You Please! 12/13/2014
575. Chaise Lounge Chalet 12/24/2014
576. Emerald 12/25/2014
577. Beatific 12/26/2014
578. Zeitgeist 12/31/2014
579. Saint Sebastian 1/6/2015
580. Casablanca 1/6/2015
581. Coronation 1/10/2015
582. Writer's Block 1/10/2015
583. Astral Ii 1/12/2015
584. Eagle 1/15/2015
585. Cri De Coeur 1/16/2015
586. Cactus 1/20/2015
587. Hymn To Morning 12/19/2014
588. Inspiration 12/19/2014
589. Tomb 12/19/2014
590. Hallucination Of The Mind 12/2/2014
591. Poet's Corner Ii 2/2/2015
592. Dragon Heart Of A Woman I 2/21/2015
593. Bellerina 3/12/2015
594. Candelabra 3/26/2015
595. Relativism 3/27/2015
596. To His Excellency 3/27/2015
597. Bar Mitzvah 3/22/2015
598. Sunset I 12/22/2014
599. Cenotaph Arcadia 2/23/2015
600. Touch-Me-Not 12/14/2014

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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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Meanderings

This world that leads me on to where no feet hath tread,
Nor no scope of light to my eyes so blind;
And all doors are shut under the bolted sky
Of thy unattended presence with no destiny in sight,
More bright that crimson bed of wanton tapestry at thy throne,
Uneclipsed of looks so fair, my love, from thy fairest brow,
La rose! moves me more so than by thee what I write
Through e'ery pouring shadow ere thine unweird eye:
Some vulgar paper to rehearse, too deep for woe,

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