Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

401. A Chamber's Maid 8/26/2017
402. Witchcraft 8/26/2017
403. It's Time To Check The Clock 8/27/2017
404. A Curse Of Id 8/28/2017
405. Mona Lisa 8/29/2017
406. Kohinoor 8/30/2017
407. A Redhat & The Green Pepper 8/31/2017
408. Blonde Hair 9/1/2017
409. A Black Chicken 9/1/2017
410. Child's Prank On Love 9/2/2017
411. Blackbird 9/2/2017
412. A Kashmir Sapphire 9/3/2017
413. A Little Mermaid I 9/4/2017
414. A Blue-Eyed Pigeon 9/4/2017
415. Beaumonde 9/5/2017
416. Incantation Ii 9/6/2017
417. Incantation I 9/6/2017
418. Comerade 9/7/2017
419. A Tribute To Gray's Elegy -new- 9/11/2017
420. A Green-Eyed Monster -new- 9/21/2017
421. Summer's Eve I 8/26/2014
422. Resurrection 8/30/2014
423. Youth 8/23/2014
424. Immortal 9/1/2014
425. Chasing Shadow 9/2/2014
426. Economy 9/2/2014
427. Mundane 9/2/2014
428. Greenbrier 9/2/2014
429. Amethyst 9/2/2014
430. Jelly Beans 9/2/2014
431. The Little Prince 9/2/2014
432. Harvesting 9/2/2014
433. Venus Ii 9/2/2014
434. Child's Garden Of Verses 9/2/2014
435. Luminous 9/3/2014
436. Mutability 9/3/2014
437. A Bridal Song 9/3/2014
438. Plato's Dialogue 9/3/2014
439. Awakening 9/3/2014
440. Odyssey I 9/3/2014
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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