Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

161. Halloween Ii 1/5/2016
162. Conscience 1/6/2016
163. Knighthood 1/10/2016
164. Love's Metaphor 1/11/2016
165. Demoniacal Ii 1/14/2016
166. Ode To Spring Moon Ii 1/15/2016
167. A Jelly-Fish On The Beach 1/18/2016
168. Chitterlings Ii 1/21/2016
169. Gutenberg 1/22/2016
170. Country Rhymes Ii 1/23/2016
171. Cauldron 1/24/2016
172. Heaven's Oasis O'er The Dale 1/25/2016
173. Dead Poet's Society Ii 1/26/2016
174. Darling Buds Of May 1/27/2016
175. Hymnal 2/1/2016
176. Poetic Justice 2/4/2016
177. Crippled Countenance 2/5/2016
178. Myrtle Ii 2/7/2016
179. Belladona 2/11/2016
180. Stardust Ii 2/11/2016
181. Ploughman I 2/12/2016
182. Ploughman Ii 2/12/2016
183. Beulah 2/16/2016
184. A Reflection 2/18/2016
185. Cuckoo's Song Ii 2/18/2016
186. Ancient Rhymer 2/22/2016
187. Jocund Dance In Jolly Days 2/23/2016
188. Bonnie & Blithe 2/29/2016
189. Ringlets-O-Ringlets 3/2/2016
190. Caw, Caw 3/6/2016
191. Scarecrow 3/7/2016
192. A Knightcap 3/9/2016
193. Turret Of A Crown 3/18/2016
194. Blink, Blink 3/21/2016
195. Albion 3/25/2016
196. Shakespeherian Rag I 3/25/2016
197. Shakespeherian Rag Ii 3/25/2016
198. Cuckoo's Song I 3/25/2016
199. Changeling 3/28/2016
200. A Dogtail 4/2/2016

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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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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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