Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

81. The Grim Reaper Ii 9/5/2015
82. Spread Her Leaves By The Riverside 9/6/2015
83. Sneer Of Cold Command 9/9/2015
84. Solicitations 9/9/2015
85. Bon Appétit 9/11/2015
86. Summer's Eve Ii 9/14/2015
87. Verger's Tale Of A Tub 9/15/2015
88. Stuntman 9/18/2015
89. Umbrella 9/20/2015
90. Pageantry 9/23/2015
91. Turtle-Dove Ii 9/26/2015
92. Congregation 9/27/2015
93. Loki 9/28/2015
94. Vine-Ivy 9/30/2015
95. Boas 10/2/2015
96. Children, Children 10/2/2015
97. Black Friar 10/3/2015
98. Flamboyant 10/4/2015
99. Love Lost 10/5/2015
100. Radiant 10/6/2015
101. Wide Awake 10/9/2015
102. Melodrama 10/12/2015
103. Doldrums 10/14/2015
104. Frog In A Pond 10/16/2015
105. Fait Accomplis 10/17/2015
106. Favouritism 10/18/2015
107. Chrysanthemum 10/19/2015
108. Song Of A Village Girl Ii 10/19/2015
109. Bong Tree 10/21/2015
110. Catching Fireflies 10/25/2015
111. Past Woes Made New 10/26/2015
112. Celestial 10/27/2015
113. Wallaby 10/28/2015
114. Boat-A-Boat 10/29/2015
115. Cascades O'er The Dale 10/31/2015
116. Cloze 11/2/2015
117. Buttons, Buttons 11/3/2015
118. Ducklings I 11/3/2015
119. Clonus 11/5/2015
120. Nightingale's Song Ii 11/5/2015

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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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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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