Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

241. A Rosemary Garden 6/16/2016
242. A Wacken Hut 6/24/2016
243. A Very Long Farewell 6/27/2016
244. Thinking 6/29/2016
245. Hall Of Fame 7/4/2016
246. A Pitcher 7/9/2016
247. A Little Abstract 7/9/2016
248. Dirge 7/10/2016
249. A Bunch Of Fools 7/11/2016
250. A Stereotype Palmist 7/13/2016
251. Altavista 7/13/2016
252. First Lines 7/13/2016
253. Almirah 7/14/2016
254. Albatross 7/14/2016
255. Algebra 7/14/2016
256. Cidar-Tree 7/17/2016
257. A Lily On His Brow 7/17/2016
258. Chameleon 7/20/2016
259. Aborigine 7/25/2016
260. Almanac 7/27/2016
261. Adam's Apple 7/30/2016
262. Boar 8/4/2016
263. Sanorita 8/9/2016
264. A Bumblebee 8/13/2016
265. Bear's Paw 8/14/2016
266. Arise, Arise 8/14/2016
267. Alumni 8/15/2016
268. Printer's Devil 8/19/2016
269. Torrential Rain 8/20/2016
270. A Kettle Drum 8/23/2016
271. Carnival 9/12/2016
272. Carpe Diem 9/12/2016
273. Cowslip 9/12/2016
274. A Martyr 9/21/2016
275. Adpunk 9/21/2016
276. Melancholy 9/26/2016
277. Abracadabra 10/1/2016
278. A Procession 10/3/2016
279. Albino 10/9/2016
280. A Red-Haired Witch 10/9/2016

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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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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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