Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

601. Bar Mitzvah 3/22/2015
602. Cenotaph Arcadia 2/23/2015
603. Touch-Me-Not 12/14/2014
604. I Am A Spoil 11/26/2014
605. Quintessence 11/7/2014
606. Starfish 10/5/2014
607. Beehive 9/18/2014
608. Easter 9/3/2014
609. Number 13 9/3/2014
610. Christmas Eve I 9/3/2014
611. Bonfire 9/3/2014
612. Rhapsody 9/1/2014
613. Catapult 9/1/2014
614. Laissez Faire 9/1/2014
615. Vineyard 9/1/2014
616. Sunburnt 9/3/2014
617. Epitaph Ii 9/17/2014
618. Blindman's Buff 9/16/2014
619. Opera 9/2/2014
620. My First Love 10/20/2014
621. Michael Angelo's Fresco: The Creation Of Adam 11/7/2014
622. Dovetail 12/5/2014
623. Monty Python 10/7/2014
624. Hypnosis 12/19/2014
625. Wickerman 12/5/2014
626. Meanderings 8/20/2014
627. Autumn Leaf 9/2/2014
628. The Emerald Isle 8/24/2014
629. Hyperbole 9/19/2014
630. Esprit De Corps 1/31/2015
631. Diorama 3/11/2015
632. Coral Reeves 3/17/2015
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. Femme Fatale 9/2/2014
639. Cornfield 3/10/2015
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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Summer's Eve I

You're but the presager of mine eye, more eloquent!
Of timeless tide her love of burning gold;
And in words, too, hath served the painter's art,
What oft by ghastly night is marked by thee,
That grows by e'ery passing minute a star!
Has nothing than this fedora of your dream:
All roses fade, withered from their cheeks all red,
The desert in my eyes with salt of seven seas,
From afar by world's wit to prove my bride,

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