Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

361. A Wacken Hut 6/24/2016
362. A Very Long Farewell 6/27/2016
363. Thinking 6/29/2016
364. Hall Of Fame 7/4/2016
365. A Little Abstract 7/9/2016
366. Dirge 7/10/2016
367. A Bunch Of Fools 7/11/2016
368. A Stereotype Palmist 7/13/2016
369. Altavista 7/13/2016
370. First Lines 7/13/2016
371. Almirah 7/14/2016
372. Albatross 7/14/2016
373. Algebra 7/14/2016
374. Cidar-Tree 7/17/2016
375. A Lily On His Brow 7/17/2016
376. Poet's Corner Ii 2/2/2015
377. Candelabra 3/26/2015
378. Relativism 3/27/2015
379. To His Excellency 3/27/2015
380. Mustang 11/22/2015
381. Alma Matter 11/23/2015
382. Abandon, Abandon 11/23/2015
383. Bread & Butter 11/24/2015
384. Little Man, Little Man 11/26/2015
385. Canvas 11/29/2015
386. A Bridal Dress 12/1/2015
387. Bridge O'er The Rainbow 12/3/2015
388. Chandelier 12/4/2015
389. Astronomy Of Aeon Years Ago 12/5/2015
390. A Redhot Kiss 12/6/2015
391. Marching Ants 12/7/2015
392. Obsession 12/8/2015
393. Lion's Heart 12/9/2015
394. Blending, Blending 12/12/2015
395. Amen! Amen! 12/13/2015
396. Aborigine 7/25/2016
397. Almanac 7/27/2016
398. Adam's Apple 7/30/2016
399. Sanorita 8/9/2016
400. Alumni 8/15/2016

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  • Nadia Umber Lodhi (5/12/2018 6:11:00 AM)

    Nice poetry beautiful words

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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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The Emerald Isle

What needest I this mirror that shows not half thy part,
Of ages that are dead under the Archangel's brow?
That through emerald eyes of titanic visions afar,
You paint me the picture of thy most high deserts,
Some unreflected Being, hid away from out of sight,
Hath beset many a maiden garden ere thine unweird eye:
Uneclipsed of looks so fair, my mind, by what I write,
Oft illumines more bright where least I find my love, abides by thee alone;
To fill the emptiness of e'ery fallin

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