Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

81. Spread Her Leaves By The Riverside 9/6/2015
82. Sneer Of Cold Command 9/9/2015
83. Solicitations 9/9/2015
84. Bon Appétit 9/11/2015
85. Summer's Eve Ii 9/14/2015
86. Verger's Tale Of A Tub 9/15/2015
87. Stuntman 9/18/2015
88. Umbrella 9/20/2015
89. Pageantry 9/23/2015
90. Turtle-Dove Ii 9/26/2015
91. Congregation 9/27/2015
92. Loki 9/28/2015
93. Vine-Ivy 9/30/2015
94. Boas 10/2/2015
95. Children, Children 10/2/2015
96. Black Friar 10/3/2015
97. Flamboyant 10/4/2015
98. Blessings Of Love 10/5/2015
99. Radiant 10/6/2015
100. Wide Awake 10/9/2015
101. Melodrama 10/12/2015
102. Doldrums 10/14/2015
103. Frog In A Pond 10/16/2015
104. Fait Accomplis 10/17/2015
105. Favouritism 10/18/2015
106. Chrysanthemum 10/19/2015
107. Song Of A Village Girl Ii 10/19/2015
108. Catching Fireflies 10/25/2015
109. Past Woes Made New 10/26/2015
110. Wallaby 10/28/2015
111. Boat-A-Boat 10/29/2015
112. Cascades O'er The Dale 10/31/2015
113. Cloze 11/2/2015
114. Buttons, Buttons 11/3/2015
115. Ducklings I 11/3/2015
116. Clonus 11/5/2015
117. Nightingale's Song Ii 11/5/2015
118. Nightingale's Song I 11/5/2015
119. Cowboy I 11/5/2015
120. Rainforest 11/7/2015

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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...

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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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