Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

481. Pastoral 9/16/2014
482. Evening 9/16/2014
483. On Valentine 9/16/2014
484. Title Of A Poem 9/16/2014
485. The Rosy Cross I 9/16/2014
486. Eternity I 9/16/2014
487. Sonata 9/16/2014
488. Sirius 9/16/2014
489. Pico-The-Gnome 9/16/2014
490. Ceremonial 9/16/2014
491. Mandrake 9/3/2014
492. On His Metaphysics 9/3/2014
493. Mythology 9/3/2014
494. The Red Moon 9/3/2014
495. Harvest Moon Ii 9/3/2014
496. Rosicrucianism 9/3/2014
497. Romance Ii 9/3/2014
498. Aurora 9/3/2014
499. Mistletoe 9/3/2014
500. A Wanton Boy 9/3/2014
501. Gardener 9/3/2014
502. Primrose 9/3/2014
503. Prosaic 9/3/2014
504. Astral I 9/3/2014
505. Intuition 9/3/2014
506. Nightmare 9/16/2014
507. Postman 9/16/2014
508. Poet's Corner I 9/16/2014
509. Narcissus 9/16/2014
510. To The Moon I 9/18/2014
511. Lampost 9/18/2014
512. Harbinger I 9/18/2014
513. Genie 9/19/2014
514. Invisibility 9/19/2014
515. Abstraction Ii 9/19/2014
516. Abstract Woman 9/19/2014
517. Lavender 9/19/2014
518. Sewing Face 9/19/2014
519. Old House 9/19/2014
520. Elixir 9/19/2014

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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

Meanderings

This world that leads me on to where no feet hath tread,
Nor no scope of light to my eyes so blind;
And all doors are shut under the bolted sky
Of thy unattended presence with no destiny in sight,
More bright that crimson bed of wanton tapestry at thy throne,
Uneclipsed of looks so fair, my love, from thy fairest brow,
La rose! moves me more so than by thee what I write
Through e'ery pouring shadow ere thine unweird eye:
Some vulgar paper to rehearse, too deep for woe,

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