Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

41. Ducklings Ii 12/16/2015
42. Prickle 12/17/2015
43. Balcony In The Chapel 12/18/2015
44. Brownies With Apple Tarts 12/19/2015
45. Little Shakespeare 12/19/2015
46. Mind Blocks 12/21/2015
47. A Buzz 12/23/2015
48. Bard's Soliloquy 12/24/2015
49. Benchmark 12/24/2015
50. Orchard In The Cottage-Hill 12/28/2015
51. Bellsha Beacon 12/31/2015
52. Beatles 1/1/2016
53. Chitterlings I 1/2/2016
54. Bouquet 1/3/2016
55. Rendezvous 1/4/2016
56. Halloween Ii 1/5/2016
57. Conscience 1/6/2016
58. Knighthood 1/10/2016
59. Love's Metaphor 1/11/2016
60. Demoniacal Ii 1/14/2016
61. Ode To Spring Moon Ii 1/15/2016
62. A Jelly-Fish On The Beach 1/18/2016
63. Chitterlings Ii 1/21/2016
64. Gutenberg 1/22/2016
65. Country Rhymes Ii 1/23/2016
66. Cauldron 1/24/2016
67. Heaven's Oasis O'er The Dale 1/25/2016
68. Dead Poet's Society Ii 1/26/2016
69. Darling Buds Of May 1/27/2016
70. Hymnal 2/1/2016
71. Poetic Justice 2/4/2016
72. Crippled Countenance 2/5/2016
73. Myrtle Ii 2/7/2016
74. Belladona 2/11/2016
75. Stardust Ii 2/11/2016
76. Ploughman I 2/12/2016
77. Ploughman Ii 2/12/2016
78. Beulah 2/16/2016
79. A Reflection 2/18/2016
80. Cuckoo's Song Ii 2/18/2016

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  • Nadia Umber Lodhi 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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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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