Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,473 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3961. One Leader Of The Night 6/5/2014
3962. The Man Who Accomplishes 6/5/2014
3963. To See 6/6/2014
3964. You Remind Me 6/7/2014
3965. Less Success 6/7/2014
3966. My Elements Of Man 3/24/2014
3967. For Hearts 3/24/2014
3968. The Clothes Of The Universe 3/25/2014
3969. Fire And Snow 6/12/2014
3970. Life Of Luck And Light 6/14/2014
3971. Prime King 6/15/2014
3972. The Hills Speak 6/15/2014
3973. To Go To The Room 6/18/2014
3974. Megalomania 6/19/2014
3975. My Suitcase Floated 6/19/2014
3976. Sorrowful Palaces 6/22/2014
3977. Magic Within 6/27/2014
3978. Birth Of Death 6/28/2014
3979. Ageing Souls In Need 6/28/2014
3980. He Lost A Young Devil 6/28/2014
3981. Hand Of A She-Devil 6/28/2014
3982. I Enter The Shadows 6/29/2014
3983. Await, Await 6/29/2014
3984. Happiness Is Movement 6/30/2014
3985. Singing Romans 7/2/2014
3986. Cancelled Into Craters 7/2/2014
3987. Dear Quality 7/2/2014
3988. Weddings Of Colour 7/3/2014
3989. Respect His Books 7/3/2014
3990. Destroyer Of Grace 7/3/2014
3991. Gladness Of Small Men 7/3/2014
3992. All Around The Nature 7/4/2014
3993. One Lies About Oblivion 7/4/2014
3994. Circles In Circles 7/6/2014
3995. Opening The Faithful Doors 7/7/2014
3996. Impossible Men Wear Masks 7/7/2014
3997. Unknown To Books 7/7/2014
3998. The Meaning Of Stages 7/7/2014
3999. Mutinies 7/7/2014
4000. Death Is Commanded 7/7/2014

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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