Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

601. Beehive 9/18/2014
602. Easter 9/3/2014
603. Number 13 9/3/2014
604. Christmas Eve I 9/3/2014
605. Bonfire 9/3/2014
606. Rhapsody 9/1/2014
607. A Pine Forest 7/9/2016
608. Blackbird -new- 12/16/2017
609. A Charioteer On Wings -new- 12/8/2017
610. Dovetail 12/5/2014
611. Catapult 9/1/2014
612. Laissez Faire 9/1/2014
613. Vineyard 9/1/2014
614. Sunburnt 9/3/2014
615. Epitaph Ii 9/17/2014
616. Blindman's Buff 9/16/2014
617. Opera 9/2/2014
618. My First Love 10/20/2014
619. Michael Angelo's Fresco: The Creation Of Adam 11/7/2014
620. Monty Python 10/7/2014
621. Meanderings 8/20/2014
622. Autumn Leaf 9/2/2014
623. Archer Of Golden Bow 2/24/2015
624. Hypnosis 12/19/2014
625. Wickerman 12/5/2014
626. Esprit De Corps 1/31/2015
627. Diorama 3/11/2015
628. Coral Reeves 3/17/2015
629. The Emerald Isle 8/24/2014
630. Hyperbole 9/19/2014
631. Song Of A Village Girl 9/18/2014
632. Leaves Of Autumn Ii 2/3/2015
633. Last Night Blues Ii 3/27/2015
634. Dead Poet's Society I 3/19/2015
635. Crow's Nest 2/16/2015
636. Nightshade 3/4/2015
637. Femme Fatale 9/2/2014
638. Cornfield 3/10/2015
639. Ode To Love I 9/2/2014

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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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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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