Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

201. Balladino 4/4/2016
202. Cuckoo's Song Iii 4/9/2016
203. Magician 4/10/2016
204. Castle In The Air Ii 4/11/2016
205. Cauldron Ii 4/14/2016
206. Spiritus Mundi 4/14/2016
207. Adonis 4/14/2016
208. Baptism 4/14/2016
209. Elegy 5/2/2016
210. Adopt-A-Child 5/11/2016
211. A Little Mermaid Ii 5/13/2016
212. A Wattle And Daub 5/13/2016
213. A Sabbath Day 5/18/2016
214. A Rut By Swana's Lake 5/23/2016
215. Book-A-Boat 5/23/2016
216. A Horse-Shoe 5/23/2016
217. Country Rhymes I 5/23/2016
218. Snowdon 5/23/2016
219. Pharoah 5/23/2016
220. Midnight Summer Camp 5/27/2016
221. Acrobats 5/30/2016
222. Anonymous 5/30/2016
223. Antiques 6/1/2016
224. Bedouin 6/4/2016
225. Anecdotes 6/10/2016
226. Alfalfa 6/10/2016
227. Dungeon 6/10/2016
228. Archetypes 6/16/2016
229. A Wacken Hut 6/24/2016
230. A Very Long Farewell 6/27/2016
231. Thinking 6/29/2016
232. Hall Of Fame 7/4/2016
233. A Little Abstract 7/9/2016
234. Dirge 7/10/2016
235. A Bunch Of Fools 7/11/2016
236. A Stereotype Palmist 7/13/2016
237. Altavista 7/13/2016
238. First Lines 7/13/2016
239. Almirah 7/14/2016
240. Albatross 7/14/2016

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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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