Naveed Khalid


Naveed Khalid Poems

281. A Compassed Ark 11/25/2016
282. A Green Mug Of Coffee 11/28/2016
283. Three Lines Of Indian Hierarchy 11/28/2016
284. Amanda's Kitchen 11/28/2016
285. A Witch Hunting 11/30/2016
286. Ali Et Alia En Couple 12/1/2016
287. A Gravestone 12/2/2016
288. Night Owl 12/3/2016
289. Madrigal 12/3/2016
290. Jasmine Ii 12/3/2016
291. Jasmine I 12/3/2016
292. A Schopenhauer 12/4/2016
293. Bodkin Or Disease 12/14/2016
294. A Mental Furniture 12/15/2016
295. A Cloak Beside The Oak 12/21/2016
296. Alhambra 12/30/2016
297. A Soil From Homeland 12/31/2016
298. Angel Of Louis 1/3/2017
299. Morning Star 1/5/2017
300. 77 1/7/2017
301. A 'jabberwocky' 1/11/2017
302. A World Of Stony Sleep 1/12/2017
303. A Noble Farmer 1/16/2017
304. A Voice From Grune Woch 1/23/2017
305. Amnesia 1/25/2017
306. A Sunbird: Woodpecker 1/30/2017
307. A Roman Wall 1/31/2017
308. Bliss 3/7/2017
309. A Walk-Through Gate 3/7/2017
310. Imagination 3/24/2017
311. Genius 3/29/2017
312. A Drum Beat 3/30/2017
313. A Dragon Fly 4/3/2017
314. Cause Celebra 4/19/2017
315. Autumnal 4/24/2017
316. House Martin I 5/8/2017
317. A Bone Marrow 5/11/2017
318. A Honey Comb 5/16/2017
319. Ancestral Tower Of Thoorballylee 5/20/2017
320. A Gallery In Mayday 5/30/2017

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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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Youth

Lord! me, too, hath passed that age of crimson joy,
That grows to eternal bliss in silent hours of the night;
More blessed by what I write, of wanton looks that boy
Than by looking more, so porous as the eyes, such darling insight
To my mind still of another rent at midnight lease,
E'ery flower upon a barren heath ere thine unweird eye:
My love of youthful prime in summer's evening sky,
Much too rendered in age old grey under the Archangel's brow,
That lone wanderer's bed, a star-Y

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