Naveed Khalid

Naveed Khalid Poems

521. A Chemlot In Amberwoods 7/1/2017
522. A Coffin In Hamlet Flats 7/4/2017
523. A Bag Of Bones 7/4/2017
524. A Heavenly Smile 7/6/2017
525. A Cat-Walk 7/7/2017
526. A Cottage-Hill At Makatea 7/9/2017
527. A Redhat & The Green Pepper 7/10/2017
528. A Cracked Vault 7/10/2017
529. A Deer By The Western Isle 7/17/2017
530. A Mountain Goat 7/17/2017
531. The Clock Tower 7/17/2017
532. A Curse Of Id 8/7/2017
533. A Black Flag 8/7/2017
534. A Mouse Trap 8/7/2017
535. A Golden Tooth 8/7/2017
536. A Bow In The Bush -new- 8/9/2017
537. Blackbird -new- 8/9/2017
538. A Charioteer On Wings -new- 8/9/2017
539. A Moo Cow -new- 8/14/2017
540. A Siamy Cat -new- 8/16/2017
541. La Rose -new- 8/17/2017
542. Pheasant's Last Words -new- 8/19/2017
543. Antelopes -new- 8/20/2017
544. A Pigsty Of Meat Balls -new- 8/21/2017
545. Musings Of A Muse 9/18/2014
546. Matricide 9/18/2014
547. Goosebumps 9/18/2014
548. Oracle Eye 9/18/2014
549. Immaculate 9/18/2014
550. Purgatory 9/18/2014
551. Verbal 10/7/2014
552. Poet's Pen 11/7/2014
553. Sphinx 11/7/2014
554. Missing You In All Eternity 11/12/2014
555. Some Words Upon The Window-Pane 11/16/2014
556. North Wind In Sails 11/16/2014
557. Masque 11/16/2014
558. A Summersault Beach 11/18/2014
559. Cemetery 11/21/2014
560. Abstraction-I 12/5/2014
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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Summer's Eve I

You're but the presager of mine eye, more eloquent!
Of timeless tide her love of burning gold;
And in words, too, hath served the painter's art,
What oft by ghastly night is marked by thee,
That grows by e'ery passing minute a star!
Has nothing than this fedora of your dream:
All roses fade, withered from their cheeks all red,
The desert in my eyes with salt of seven seas,
From afar by world's wit to prove my bride,

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