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

What needest I this mirror that shows not half thy part,
Of ages that are dead under the Archangel's brow?
That through emerald eyes of titanic visions afar,
You paint me the picture of thy most high deserts,
Some unreflected Being, hid away from out of sight,
Hath beset many a maiden garden ere thine unweird eye:
Uneclipsed of looks so fair, my mind, by what I write,
Oft illumines more bright where least I find my love, abides by thee alone;
To fill the emptiness of e'ery fallin

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