Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,527 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4121. My Postures 9/5/2014
4122. My Sounds From A Master 9/5/2014
4123. To The Light 9/5/2014
4124. Never Mind 9/6/2014
4125. His Shoes 9/7/2014
4126. The Box Disappears 9/8/2014
4127. Some Days 9/8/2014
4128. I Make Deserts 9/8/2014
4129. Hide Your Face 9/8/2014
4130. Ape Land 9/9/2014
4131. A Meaning For Exposition 9/9/2014
4132. Art Of Exiting 9/9/2014
4133. A Class To Remove 9/11/2014
4134. I Am Pouring Laws 9/11/2014
4135. Lower Happiness 9/12/2014
4136. The Other Half 9/12/2014
4137. Saying No 9/12/2014
4138. Bags Of Fun 9/13/2014
4139. To Always Enjoy 9/13/2014
4140. One Forgets 9/14/2014
4141. Folklore 9/15/2014
4142. My Immersion 9/15/2014
4143. I Live For You 9/18/2014
4144. Wise Ones Have Said 10/2/2014
4145. My Webbed Feet 7/14/2014
4146. Zoo Of Life And Death 7/15/2014
4147. Comedy Is My Hobby 7/15/2014
4148. Most Brothers 7/15/2014
4149. Darkness Rose 7/15/2014
4150. I Must Be In Your Hands 7/15/2014
4151. I Sold My Soul 7/15/2014
4152. Life Has Stormy Weather 7/15/2014
4153. The Search 8/25/2014
4154. The Burning Is About 8/25/2014
4155. Some Little Present 8/25/2014
4156. My Mind And Silver 8/25/2014
4157. In This Literature 8/26/2014
4158. Luxurious Books 8/26/2014
4159. Irritation Of Gestures 8/27/2014
4160. Never In This Place 10/2/2014

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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