Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

281. Bread & Butter 11/24/2015
282. Little Man, Little Man 11/26/2015
283. Canvas 11/29/2015
284. A Bridal Dress 12/1/2015
285. Bridge O'er The Rainbow 12/3/2015
286. Chandelier 12/4/2015
287. Astronomy Of Aeon Years Ago 12/5/2015
288. A Redhot Kiss 12/6/2015
289. Marching Ants 12/7/2015
290. Alibi 12/7/2015
291. Obsession 12/8/2015
292. Lion's Heart 12/9/2015
293. Blending, Blending 12/12/2015
294. Amen! Amen! 12/13/2015
295. Bagpies 12/14/2015
296. Dance, Dance 12/15/2015
297. Ducklings Ii 12/16/2015
298. Prickle 12/17/2015
299. Balcony In The Chapel 12/18/2015
300. Brownies With Apple Tarts 12/19/2015
301. Little Shakespeare 12/19/2015
302. Mind Blocks 12/21/2015
303. A Buzz 12/23/2015
304. Bard's Soliloquy 12/24/2015
305. Benchmark 12/24/2015
306. Orchard In The Cottage-Hill 12/28/2015
307. Bellsha Beacon 12/31/2015
308. Beatles 1/1/2016
309. Chitterlings I 1/2/2016
310. Bouquet 1/3/2016
311. Rendezvous 1/4/2016
312. Halloween Ii 1/5/2016
313. Conscience 1/6/2016
314. Knighthood 1/10/2016
315. Goldilocks 1/10/2016
316. Love's Metaphor 1/11/2016
317. Demoniacal Ii 1/14/2016
318. Ode To Spring Moon Ii 1/15/2016
319. A Jelly-Fish On The Beach 1/18/2016
320. Chitterlings Ii 1/21/2016

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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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A Kashmir Sapphire

The boat that slowly drifts away,
Away! away! from the golden banks
Of untread places in a waking dream;
And upon the strand of still waters,
This line is writ along the star,
Whose unsatiating love of high heavens,
Would peak through the window of thine eye,
That in forest deep, down the valleys wild,
Hath moved forth all the world with thee:

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