Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

161. Chitterlings I 1/2/2016
162. Bouquet 1/3/2016
163. Rendezvous 1/4/2016
164. Halloween Ii 1/5/2016
165. Conscience 1/6/2016
166. Knighthood 1/10/2016
167. Goldilocks 1/10/2016
168. Love's Metaphor 1/11/2016
169. Demoniacal Ii 1/14/2016
170. Ode To Spring Moon Ii 1/15/2016
171. A Jelly-Fish On The Beach 1/18/2016
172. Chitterlings Ii 1/21/2016
173. Gutenberg 1/22/2016
174. Country Rhymes Ii 1/23/2016
175. Cauldron 1/24/2016
176. Heaven's Oasis O'er The Dale 1/25/2016
177. Dead Poet's Society Ii 1/26/2016
178. Darling Buds Of May 1/27/2016
179. Hymnal 2/1/2016
180. Poetic Justice 2/4/2016
181. Crippled Countenance 2/5/2016
182. Myrtle Ii 2/7/2016
183. Belladona 2/11/2016
184. Stardust Ii 2/11/2016
185. Ploughman I 2/12/2016
186. Ploughman Ii 2/12/2016
187. Beulah 2/16/2016
188. A Reflection 2/18/2016
189. Cuckoo's Song Ii 2/18/2016
190. Ancient Rhymer 2/22/2016
191. Jocund Dance In Jolly Days 2/23/2016
192. Bonnie & Blithe 2/29/2016
193. Ringlets-O-Ringlets 3/2/2016
194. Caw, Caw 3/6/2016
195. Scarecrow 3/7/2016
196. A Knightcap 3/9/2016
197. Turret Of A Crown 3/18/2016
198. Blink, Blink 3/21/2016
199. Albion 3/25/2016
200. Shakespeherian Rag I 3/25/2016

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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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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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