Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

1. Tale Of A Tub 3/31/2015
2. Elderberry 4/1/2015
3. Alchemist 4/5/2015
4. Afqa 4/5/2015
5. Cowboy Ii 4/7/2015
6. 97 4/7/2015
7. 79 4/9/2015
8. Harbinger Ii 4/10/2015
9. Winter Moon 4/11/2015
10. Family Trauma 4/14/2015
11. Meshed Tomatoes 4/15/2015
12. Shelley's River 4/19/2015
13. Santa Claus 4/21/2015
14. Grandpa 4/21/2015
15. Bermuda's Triangle 4/21/2015
16. Christmas 4/25/2015
17. Isle Of Man Ii 4/27/2015
18. Phoenix 5/5/2015
19. Poltergeist 5/5/2015
20. Ode To Spring Moon 5/6/2015
21. Vendetta 5/10/2015
22. Mistletoe Ii 5/11/2015
23. Hamlet 5/13/2015
24. She: Who Knows Her Love More Than I 5/20/2015
25. Love Letter To God 5/20/2015
26. Halloween I 5/20/2015
27. Elegy Ii 5/21/2015
28. Love's Secret 5/21/2015
29. Lapis Lazuli I 5/25/2015
30. Lapis Lazuli Ii 5/25/2015
31. Cloche Of A Lady 5/25/2015
32. Frankenstein 5/27/2015
33. Island In The Moon 5/30/2015
34. Stalwart 5/31/2015
35. Godwin's Farm 5/31/2015
36. Faded Glory 6/2/2015
37. Black Rose 6/3/2015
38. Holy! Holy! 6/3/2015
39. Sojourn 6/3/2015
40. C'Est La Vie 6/5/2015
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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Resurrection

Me thought no fair aspect by time's devouring hand,
That to my decaying form of mortal look in cold repose;
Else in white bier by what I write to my eyes so blind
Than e'ery fair from thy fairest brow in ne'er ending night
To that sheer scope of light, my love, glorified in abundance
Of living memory's pen-pricked angels in waking hour,
Oft illumines more bright a wanton tapestry at thy throne,
Lo! full rich content of that forfeited dark ere thine unweird eye:
I fain would bring to

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