Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 21,216 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4161. My Immersion 9/15/2014
4162. I Live For You 9/18/2014
4163. Wise Ones Have Said 10/2/2014
4164. Never In This Place 10/2/2014
4165. To Be Medical Men 10/3/2014
4166. A Late Soul 10/3/2014
4167. Devastating 10/4/2014
4168. In My Dream 10/4/2014
4169. I See My Heart 10/4/2014
4170. Fear The Lord 10/6/2014
4171. Rests And Reasons 10/6/2014
4172. Graveyards 10/6/2014
4173. An Illustrator 10/6/2014
4174. The Two Towers Of Fear 10/8/2014
4175. If Love Entered The Heart 10/9/2014
4176. My Duty Serves 10/14/2014
4177. Heaven Forever 10/17/2014
4178. The Day Has A Light 10/17/2014
4179. Guards Are Honest 10/17/2014
4180. Warn Only 10/17/2014
4181. Footwork 10/17/2014
4182. Wars That Be 10/17/2014
4183. Enter The Light Of My Soul 10/19/2014
4184. Souls Make Mistakes 10/19/2014
4185. Our Fate 10/19/2014
4186. The Light Of Difficulties 10/19/2014
4187. Mystical Understanding 10/20/2014
4188. Return Of The Chariot 10/20/2014
4189. Rare Object 10/20/2014
4190. Atomic Genius 10/20/2014
4191. Seconds In Prison 10/20/2014
4192. Comets Come 10/20/2014
4193. A Striking Woman 10/21/2014
4194. One Of These Pure Days 10/22/2014
4195. From Creation To Extravagance 10/22/2014
4196. Excellent Wand 10/22/2014
4197. Tense Subjects 10/22/2014
4198. The Sun's Labour 10/23/2014
4199. Red Fountain 10/25/2014
4200. I See Words 10/25/2014
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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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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