Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,573 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3961. Leaving Us Behind 12/20/2013
3962. You Mattered From The Heart 12/20/2013
3963. Upon The Grave 12/20/2013
3964. Everyday Presence 12/20/2013
3965. Mess 12/20/2013
3966. Stopping A Doctor 12/20/2013
3967. It Was Chaotic 12/20/2013
3968. In The Machine 12/20/2013
3969. Boast Of Borders 12/20/2013
3970. Stronger Sword 12/21/2013
3971. The Water 12/21/2013
3972. The Stars Sank 12/22/2013
3973. One Died 12/22/2013
3974. In The Hope 12/22/2013
3975. Library Of A Man 12/22/2013
3976. The Night Of The Wolves 12/22/2013
3977. A Halting Step 12/22/2013
3978. The Night Sea 12/22/2013
3979. Faces In The Wind 12/22/2013
3980. So Much Ground 12/22/2013
3981. Smoking Fires 12/22/2013
3982. Chaotic 12/24/2013
3983. Their Business 12/26/2013
3984. Every Man Is Like A Poet 12/26/2013
3985. The Prayer Tonight 2/14/2014
3986. I Stood Now 2/14/2014
3987. So Rich This Man 2/14/2014
3988. Leaders Are Triumphant 2/15/2014
3989. Create Each Night 2/15/2014
3990. By The Hundred Flowers 2/15/2014
3991. Changing Child 2/16/2014
3992. See Wonders Of Different Sizes 2/16/2014
3993. Best Of The Creation 2/18/2014
3994. With The Help 2/19/2014
3995. Scrolls Of Mankind 2/20/2014
3996. Worship Like Men 2/20/2014
3997. A Matter In Question 2/23/2014
3998. The Angels Of This Dominion 2/23/2014
3999. I Am Like A Bridge 2/23/2014
4000. Like Two Days 2/23/2014

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

Wonder At All

All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status

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