Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

601. Easter 9/3/2014
602. Christmas Eve I 9/3/2014
603. Bonfire 9/3/2014
604. Rhapsody 9/1/2014
605. A Night Owl 12/3/2016
606. Catapult 9/1/2014
607. Laissez Faire 9/1/2014
608. Vineyard 9/1/2014
609. Blindman's Buff 9/16/2014
610. Sunburnt 9/3/2014
611. Opera 9/2/2014
612. Epitaph Ii 9/17/2014
613. To My First Love 10/20/2014
614. Michael Angelo's Fresco: The Creation Of Adam 11/7/2014
615. Dovetail 12/5/2014
616. Hypnosis 12/19/2014
617. Archer Of Golden Bow 2/24/2015
618. Monty Python 10/7/2014
619. Wickerman 12/5/2014
620. Meanderings 8/20/2014
621. Autumn Leaf 9/2/2014
622. The Emerald Isle 8/24/2014
623. Hyperbole 9/19/2014
624. Esprit De Corps 1/31/2015
625. Beaumonde 3/15/2015
626. Coral Reeves 3/17/2015
627. Diorama 3/11/2015
628. Leaves Of Autumn Ii 2/3/2015
629. Song Of A Village Girl 9/18/2014
630. Last Night Blues Of Countryside 3/27/2015
631. Dead Poet's Society I 3/19/2015
632. Crow's Nest 2/16/2015
633. Nightshade 3/4/2015
634. Femme Fatale 9/2/2014
635. Cornfield 3/10/2015
636. Ode To Love I 9/2/2014
Best Poem of Naveed Khalid

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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