Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,487 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4241. Sacred Men 11/22/2014
4242. Met By Sands 11/25/2014
4243. Return Harm 11/25/2014
4244. Famous Men 11/25/2014
4245. Thirst For Words 11/26/2014
4246. Within The Heart 11/26/2014
4247. The Troubled Box 11/27/2014
4248. Think Alike 11/27/2014
4249. Landmine 11/28/2014
4250. You Are Dreary 11/29/2014
4251. Eastern Doors 11/30/2014
4252. Shake Me 11/30/2014
4253. I Saw Relief 12/2/2014
4254. It Happened In A Moment 12/2/2014
4255. At An Amulet 12/3/2014
4256. As A Shroud 12/3/2014
4257. One Is Superior 12/4/2014
4258. Life Begins 12/4/2014
4259. In Ignorance 12/4/2014
4260. Its Glory 12/4/2014
4261. Building A Promise 12/4/2014
4262. I Am Lost At Sea 12/5/2014
4263. Hot Pan 12/6/2014
4264. Will Of A Shape 12/6/2014
4265. I Replied To Chalk 12/7/2014
4266. One Begotten Peasant 12/7/2014
4267. I Was Dressed In Doing 12/7/2014
4268. Alongside A Fiery Lamp 12/7/2014
4269. Then Find With Your Eyes 12/9/2014
4270. To Grow Inside 12/9/2014
4271. From Political Paradise 12/9/2014
4272. To Eat Some Admiration 12/10/2014
4273. The Same Opponent 12/11/2014
4274. Go In My Direction 12/13/2014
4275. This Day My Heart 12/13/2014
4276. Heaven Cannot 12/13/2014
4277. This Truth Is Everyday 12/15/2014
4278. News Of Dreams 12/15/2014
4279. Circle In Our Eyes 12/16/2014
4280. Don'T Start 12/16/2014

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

Your Being Is Natural

Maybe your being is in the highlighted fashion,
Or the branches of a tree resemble your life,
Or your natural turn of the head is like the heart,
Or even your tongue is superb and unique.

Maybe your qualms are numberless, and concrete,
Or the soul feels euphoria for the outcasts of ours,
Or the soul fetches a prisoner of war into his house,
Or the deadly criminals affect a changing attitude.

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