Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

241. Anecdotes 6/10/2016
242. Alfalfa 6/10/2016
243. Dungeon 6/10/2016
244. Archetypes 6/16/2016
245. A Rosemary Garden 6/16/2016
246. A Wacken Hut 6/24/2016
247. A Very Long Farewell 6/27/2016
248. Thinking 6/29/2016
249. Hall Of Fame 7/4/2016
250. A Pitcher 7/9/2016
251. A Little Abstract 7/9/2016
252. Dirge 7/10/2016
253. A Bunch Of Fools 7/11/2016
254. A Stereotype Palmist 7/13/2016
255. Altavista 7/13/2016
256. First Lines 7/13/2016
257. Almirah 7/14/2016
258. Albatross 7/14/2016
259. Algebra 7/14/2016
260. Cidar-Tree 7/17/2016
261. A Lily On His Brow 7/17/2016
262. Chameleon 7/20/2016
263. Aborigine 7/25/2016
264. Almanac 7/27/2016
265. Avogadro Of Chinger Bot 7/28/2016
266. Adam's Apple 7/30/2016
267. Boar 8/4/2016
268. Sanorita 8/9/2016
269. A Bumblebee 8/13/2016
270. Bear's Paw 8/14/2016
271. Arise, Arise 8/14/2016
272. Alumni 8/15/2016
273. Printer's Devil 8/19/2016
274. Torrential Rain 8/20/2016
275. Mona Lisa 8/23/2016
276. A Kettle Drum 8/23/2016
277. A Sea-Horse 9/1/2016
278. Carnival 9/12/2016
279. Carpe Diem 9/12/2016
280. Cowslip 9/12/2016
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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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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