Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

521. Masque 11/16/2014
522. A Summersault Beach 11/18/2014
523. Cemetery 11/21/2014
524. Poet's Pen 11/7/2014
525. Sphinx 11/7/2014
526. Hallucination Of The Mind 12/2/2014
527. A Wild Rose 12/5/2014
528. Maestro, Please! 12/6/2014
529. Christmas Eve Ii 12/7/2014
530. Christening 12/9/2014
531. Oracle 12/13/2014
532. My Fair Lady 12/13/2014
533. Twelft Night If So You Please! 12/13/2014
534. Abstraction-I 12/5/2014
535. Dreamland-I 12/5/2014
536. A Beautiful Lady 12/5/2014
537. Hymn To Morning 12/19/2014
538. Inspiration 12/19/2014
539. Tomb 12/19/2014
540. You And I 3/23/2018
541. Child's Prank On Love 3/26/2018
542. A Secret Society 4/2/2018
543. A Maiden Bride 4/2/2018
544. A Child Molester 4/2/2018
545. A Fall Of Lucritus 4/3/2018
546. Celestial 4/6/2018
547. Comerade 4/14/2018
548. A Bridal Song 4/16/2018
549. A Bow In The Bush 4/19/2018
550. A Green-Eyed Monster 4/20/2018
551. A Guest House 4/20/2018
552. Stalwart 4/21/2018
553. Bulrush-Burshay 4/22/2018
554. Clover 4/25/2018
555. A Walk In The Twilight 4/28/2018
556. Melancholy 4/28/2018
557. A Cato-Street Conspiracy 4/30/2018
558. A Tribute To Gray's Elegy 5/2/2018
559. A Pigsty Of Meatballs 5/9/2018
560. On Blindness 5/12/2018

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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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