Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

601. Rhapsody 9/1/2014
602. Cri De Coeur 1/16/2015
603. Blackbird 11/25/2017
604. A Kettle Drum 8/23/2016
605. A Cottage-Hill At Makatea 7/9/2017
606. A Holy Cow 8/14/2017
607. A Cato-Street Conspiracy -new- 12/4/2017
608. Dovetail 12/5/2014
609. Catapult 9/1/2014
610. Laissez Faire 9/1/2014
611. Vineyard 9/1/2014
612. Sunburnt 9/3/2014
613. Epitaph Ii 9/17/2014
614. Blindman's Buff 9/16/2014
615. Opera 9/2/2014
616. My First Love 10/20/2014
617. Michael Angelo's Fresco: The Creation Of Adam 11/7/2014
618. Monty Python 10/7/2014
619. Meanderings 8/20/2014
620. Autumn Leaf 9/2/2014
621. Archer Of Golden Bow 2/24/2015
622. Hypnosis 12/19/2014
623. Wickerman 12/5/2014
624. Esprit De Corps 1/31/2015
625. Diorama 3/11/2015
626. The Emerald Isle 8/24/2014
627. Hyperbole 9/19/2014
628. Coral Reeves 3/17/2015
629. A Heavenly Smile 7/6/2017
630. Leaves Of Autumn Ii 2/3/2015
631. Song Of A Village Girl 9/18/2014
632. Last Night Blues Ii 3/27/2015
633. Dead Poet's Society I 3/19/2015
634. Crow's Nest 2/16/2015
635. Nightshade 3/4/2015
636. Femme Fatale 9/2/2014
637. Cornfield 3/10/2015
638. A Cat-Walk 7/7/2017
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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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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