Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

601. Easter 9/3/2014
602. Number 13 9/3/2014
603. Christmas Eve I 9/3/2014
604. Bonfire 9/3/2014
605. Rhapsody 9/1/2014
606. Immaculate 9/18/2014
607. A Little Mermaid Ii 5/13/2016
608. A Witch Hunting 11/30/2016
609. Ali Et Alia En Couple 12/1/2016
610. A Blue-Eyed Pigeon 1/27/2018
611. Opera 9/2/2014
612. My First Love 10/20/2014
613. Michael Angelo's Fresco: The Creation Of Adam 11/7/2014
614. Dovetail 12/5/2014
615. Catapult 9/1/2014
616. Laissez Faire 9/1/2014
617. Vineyard 9/1/2014
618. Sunburnt 9/3/2014
619. Epitaph Ii 9/17/2014
620. Blindman's Buff 9/16/2014
621. Meanderings 8/20/2014
622. Autumn Leaf 9/2/2014
623. Wickerman 12/5/2014
624. Monty Python 10/7/2014
625. Hypnosis 12/19/2014
626. Esprit De Corps 1/31/2015
627. Diorama 3/11/2015
628. Coral Reeves 3/17/2015
629. Hyperbole 9/19/2014
630. The Emerald Isle 8/24/2014
631. Invisible Gnomes 11/25/2017
632. A Heavenly Smile 7/6/2017
633. Leaves Of Autumn Ii 2/3/2015
634. Song Of A Village Girl 9/18/2014
635. Last Night Blues Ii 3/27/2015
636. Dead Poet's Society I 3/19/2015
637. Nightshade 3/4/2015
638. Cornfield 3/10/2015
639. Femme Fatale 9/2/2014
640. 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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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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