Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

441. Crow Eaters Ii 11/5/2014
442. Crow Eaters I 11/5/2014
443. Blind, Blind 11/7/2014
444. Hawk On Wings 11/7/2014
445. Moths 11/7/2014
446. Epitaph I 11/7/2014
447. Deja Vu 11/7/2014
448. Missing You In All Eternity 11/12/2014
449. Some Words Upon The Window-Pane 11/16/2014
450. North Wind In Sails 11/16/2014
451. Masque 11/16/2014
452. A Summersault Beach 11/18/2014
453. Cemetery 11/21/2014
454. Poet's Pen 11/7/2014
455. Sphinx 11/7/2014
456. Hallucination Of The Mind 12/2/2014
457. A Wild Rose 12/5/2014
458. Maestro, Please! 12/6/2014
459. Christmas Eve Ii 12/7/2014
460. Christening 12/9/2014
461. Oracle 12/13/2014
462. My Fair Lady 12/13/2014
463. Twelft Night If So You Please! 12/13/2014
464. Abstraction-I 12/5/2014
465. Dreamland-I 12/5/2014
466. A Beautiful Lady 12/5/2014
467. Hymn To Morning 12/19/2014
468. Inspiration 12/19/2014
469. Tomb 12/19/2014
470. Tale Of A Tub 3/31/2015
471. Elderberry 4/1/2015
472. Alchemist 4/5/2015
473. Afqa 4/5/2015
474. Cowboy Ii 4/7/2015
475. 97 4/7/2015
476. 79 4/9/2015
477. Harbinger Ii 4/10/2015
478. Winter Moon 4/11/2015
479. Family Trauma 4/14/2015
480. Meshed Tomatoes 4/15/2015

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    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...

Read the full of Ode To Love I

You And I

You're still the same as you've ever been
In my mind's eye, though far removed
From yourself the very image of you;
That I know not the man, nor need to know,
By whose arrow we two shall victim be;
And suffer as much as he alone hath suffered
At the expense of night's ink, all wrapp'd in darkness,
Which in words, who hath eyes enough to see,
Where uncertain scope of things most abound,

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