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 Moo Cow -new- 8/14/2017
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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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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