Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

561. Christening 12/9/2014
562. Oracle 12/13/2014
563. To My Fair Lady 12/13/2014
564. Twelft Night If So You Please! 12/13/2014
565. Chaise Lounge Chalet 12/24/2014
566. Emerald 12/25/2014
567. Beatific 12/26/2014
568. Zeitgeist 12/31/2014
569. Saint Sebastian 1/6/2015
570. Casablanca 1/6/2015
571. Coronation 1/10/2015
572. Writer's Block 1/10/2015
573. Astral Ii 1/12/2015
574. Eagle 1/15/2015
575. Cri De Coeur 1/16/2015
576. Cactus 1/20/2015
577. Hymn To Morning 12/19/2014
578. Inspiration 12/19/2014
579. Tomb 12/19/2014
580. A Hallucination Of The Mind 12/2/2014
581. Poet's Corner Ii 2/2/2015
582. Dragon Heart Of A Woman I 2/21/2015
583. Bellerina 3/12/2015
584. Candelabra 3/26/2015
585. Relativism 3/27/2015
586. To His Excellency 3/27/2015
587. A Siamy Cat -new- 8/16/2017
588. La Rose -new- 8/17/2017
589. Pheasant's Last Words -new- 8/19/2017
590. Antelopes -new- 8/20/2017
591. A Pigsty Of Meat Balls -new- 8/21/2017
592. Sunset 12/22/2014
593. Bar Mitzvah 3/22/2015
594. Cenotaph Arcadia 2/23/2015
595. Touch-Me-Not 12/14/2014
596. I Am A Spoil 11/26/2014
597. Quintessence 11/7/2014
598. Beehive 9/18/2014
599. Starfish 10/5/2014
600. Number 13 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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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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