Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 7,828 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1. Briny Star -new- 9/1/2015
2. Sick Of Woe -new- 9/1/2015
3. Break Their Bones -new- 9/1/2015
4. If You Will Hear Right Now -new- 9/1/2015
5. New Reading -new- 9/1/2015
6. Woven -new- 9/1/2015
7. Just To Be 3/15/2015
8. Mentionable 3/15/2015
9. Monuments Alive 3/17/2015
10. Distant Life 3/20/2015
11. I Have A House -new- 8/19/2015
12. Alone With The King -new- 8/19/2015
13. Some Sinners -new- 8/19/2015
14. Near The Light -new- 8/21/2015
15. Papery Wasp -new- 8/22/2015
16. The Falling Debris -new- 8/23/2015
17. Beginning With Those Tyrants -new- 8/23/2015
18. My Bib -new- 8/23/2015
19. Sand Around -new- 8/23/2015
20. I Surgeon -new- 8/23/2015
21. Small Race -new- 8/23/2015
22. Flowers Of The Fire -new- 8/23/2015
23. Air For The Baby -new- 8/27/2015
24. I Have No Fault -new- 8/27/2015
25. Mystery Of Love -new- 8/27/2015
26. Smooth Cream -new- 8/28/2015
27. Fluent Freemen -new- 8/29/2015
28. This Universe -new- 8/30/2015
29. Eyes Made For You -new- 8/30/2015
30. Banks Of The River -new- 8/31/2015
31. My Octahedron -new- 8/31/2015
32. Two Soldiers -new- 8/31/2015
33. My Bones -new- 8/31/2015
34. Cloth To Unfurl -new- 8/31/2015
35. My Internet -new- 8/31/2015
36. The Wizard -new- 8/31/2015
37. A Faraway Land -new- 8/31/2015
38. Young Love -new- 8/31/2015
39. Our Crucial Sense -new- 8/31/2015
40. Bless The Horse 7/24/2015
Best Poem of Naveed Akram

For Every Storm

For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.

The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.

The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.

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Desire

You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.

Keys to the city are too many to see and hear,
I love the colours and I like them always here.
The birds will fly and depart once more only,
And now never return as I can certainly.

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