Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

81. La-Di-Dah, La-Di-Dah 9/2/2015
82. Sunset Ii 9/3/2015
83. The Grim Reaper Ii 9/5/2015
84. Spread Her Leaves By The Riverside 9/6/2015
85. Sneer Of Cold Command 9/9/2015
86. Solicitations 9/9/2015
87. Bon Appétit 9/11/2015
88. Summer's Eve Ii 9/14/2015
89. Verger's Tale Of A Tub 9/15/2015
90. Stuntman 9/18/2015
91. Umbrella 9/20/2015
92. Pageantry 9/23/2015
93. Turtle-Dove Ii 9/26/2015
94. Congregation 9/27/2015
95. Loki 9/28/2015
96. Vine-Ivy 9/30/2015
97. Colour Blind 10/2/2015
98. Boas 10/2/2015
99. Children, Children 10/2/2015
100. Black Friar 10/3/2015
101. Flamboyant 10/4/2015
102. Love Lost 10/5/2015
103. Radiant 10/6/2015
104. Wide Awake 10/9/2015
105. Melodrama 10/12/2015
106. Doldrums 10/14/2015
107. Frog In A Pond 10/16/2015
108. Fait Accomplis 10/17/2015
109. Favouritism 10/18/2015
110. Chrysanthemum 10/19/2015
111. Song Of A Village Girl Ii 10/19/2015
112. Scapegoat 10/19/2015
113. Bong Tree 10/21/2015
114. Catching Fireflies 10/25/2015
115. Past Woes Made New 10/26/2015
116. Celestial 10/27/2015
117. Wallaby 10/28/2015
118. Boat-A-Boat 10/29/2015
119. Cascades O'er The Dale 10/31/2015
120. Cloze 11/2/2015
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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