Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

201. Caw, Caw 3/6/2016
202. Scarecrow 3/7/2016
203. A Knightcap 3/9/2016
204. Hummingbird By The Windowsill 3/11/2016
205. Turret Of A Crown 3/18/2016
206. Blink, Blink 3/21/2016
207. Albion 3/25/2016
208. Shakespeherian Rag I 3/25/2016
209. Shakespeherian Rag Ii 3/25/2016
210. Cuckoo's Song I 3/25/2016
211. Changeling 3/28/2016
212. A Dogtail 4/2/2016
213. Balladino 4/4/2016
214. Cuckoo's Song Iii 4/9/2016
215. Magician 4/10/2016
216. Castle In The Air Ii 4/11/2016
217. Cauldron Ii 4/14/2016
218. Spiritus Mundi 4/14/2016
219. Adonis 4/14/2016
220. Baptism 4/14/2016
221. Elegy 5/2/2016
222. Adopt-A-Child 5/11/2016
223. A Little Mermaid Ii 5/13/2016
224. A Wattle And Daub 5/13/2016
225. A Sabbath Day 5/18/2016
226. A Rut 5/23/2016
227. Book-A-Boat 5/23/2016
228. A Horse-Shoe 5/23/2016
229. Country Rhymes I 5/23/2016
230. Snowdon 5/23/2016
231. Pharoah 5/23/2016
232. Midsummer 5/27/2016
233. Acrobats 5/30/2016
234. Anonymous 5/30/2016
235. Blonde Hair 5/30/2016
236. A Vision 5/31/2016
237. A Love Note 6/1/2016
238. Antiques 6/1/2016
239. Bedouin 6/4/2016
240. Anecdotes 6/10/2016
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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Meanderings

This world that leads me on to where no feet hath tread,
Nor no scope of light to my eyes so blind;
And all doors are shut under the bolted sky
Of thy unattended presence with no destiny in sight,
More bright that crimson bed of wanton tapestry at thy throne,
Uneclipsed of looks so fair, my love, from thy fairest brow,
La rose! moves me more so than by thee what I write
Through e'ery pouring shadow ere thine unweird eye:
Some vulgar paper to rehearse, too deep for woe,

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