Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

121. Pitza 11/11/2015
122. Adieu! Adieu! 11/14/2015
123. Belle 11/16/2015
124. Winter Moon Ii 11/17/2015
125. Divine 11/17/2015
126. Bunty 11/21/2015
127. Mustang 11/22/2015
128. Alma Matter 11/23/2015
129. Abandon, Abandon 11/23/2015
130. Bread & Butter 11/24/2015
131. Little Man, Little Man 11/26/2015
132. Canvas 11/29/2015
133. A Bridal Dress 12/1/2015
134. Bridge O'er The Rainbow 12/3/2015
135. Chandelier 12/4/2015
136. Astronomy Of Aeon Years Ago 12/5/2015
137. A Redhot Kiss 12/6/2015
138. Marching Ants 12/7/2015
139. Alibi 12/7/2015
140. Obsession 12/8/2015
141. Lion's Heart 12/9/2015
142. Blending, Blending 12/12/2015
143. Amen! Amen! 12/13/2015
144. Bagpies 12/14/2015
145. Dance, Dance 12/15/2015
146. Ducklings Ii 12/16/2015
147. Prickle 12/17/2015
148. Balcony In The Chapel 12/18/2015
149. Brownies With Apple Tarts 12/19/2015
150. Little Shakespeare 12/19/2015
151. Mind Blocks 12/21/2015
152. A Buzz 12/23/2015
153. Bard's Soliloquy 12/24/2015
154. Benchmark 12/24/2015
155. Orchard In The Cottage-Hill 12/28/2015
156. Bellsha Beacon 12/31/2015
157. Beatles 1/1/2016
158. Chitterlings I 1/2/2016
159. Bouquet 1/3/2016
160. Rendezvous 1/4/2016

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  • 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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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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