Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,836 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

361. Absolute Wonder 3/13/2008
362. Inside The Books 3/14/2008
363. My Independent Woman 3/14/2008
364. Kick Him 3/14/2008
365. Magic 3/14/2008
366. Open My Heart 3/14/2008
367. Curses 3/14/2008
368. Beneath The Sea 3/14/2008
369. Party 3/21/2008
370. We Dress In Human Attire 3/21/2008
371. Speech Of A Man 3/21/2008
372. Conflict And Life 3/22/2008
373. The Sweet Life 3/22/2008
374. Spring Fish 3/25/2008
375. I Am Dead 3/25/2008
376. Come And Love 3/25/2008
377. Outer Air 3/25/2008
378. The Black Ocean 3/26/2008
379. Unicorns 3/26/2008
380. An Arrow 3/26/2008
381. Habits 3/31/2008
382. Life Of Boss 3/31/2008
383. You Need A Family 4/2/2008
384. Nobody Loves Me 4/2/2008
385. Opinions Matter 4/4/2008
386. Successful Marriage 4/4/2008
387. We As Poets 4/4/2008
388. Business Of Manufacture 4/4/2008
389. Rain, Rain 4/5/2008
390. Brotherly Feeling 4/5/2008
391. He Never Died 4/7/2008
392. Then Fly Away 4/7/2008
393. Children? 4/8/2008
394. The Art Of Beauty 4/8/2008
395. Beds Of Suffering 4/8/2008
396. The Gift Of Rain 4/8/2008
397. Silence Is Magic 4/9/2008
398. A Sheet Of Paper 4/9/2008
399. Love Of Life 4/9/2008
400. My Only Thoughts 4/12/2008

Comments about Naveed Akram

  • Kaitlyn McKenna (1/16/2008 7:00:00 PM)

    Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.

    Way to go Naveed!

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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.

Read the full of For Every Storm

Four Seasons

Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.

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