Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,997 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4321. You Love Hurt 4/19/2015
4322. Hurtling Souls 4/20/2015
4323. Of True Knowing 4/20/2015
4324. Past Messages 4/21/2015
4325. For Solemn Music 4/22/2015
4326. My Eternal Dream 4/22/2015
4327. Green Land 4/25/2015
4328. Solid Tree 4/25/2015
4329. Brandishing Gold 4/25/2015
4330. Forest Glades 4/25/2015
4331. Price Of Craft 4/25/2015
4332. Leave This World 4/26/2015
4333. Time Long 4/26/2015
4334. Heaps Of Gravel 4/27/2015
4335. The Young Fight 4/27/2015
4336. The Way Of Anemones 4/27/2015
4337. I Cringed Beyond Belief 4/27/2015
4338. Fasten The Eyes 4/27/2015
4339. Sadder Dreams 4/28/2015
4340. The Graveyard Is A Place 4/30/2015
4341. The Challenger 4/30/2015
4342. Angering Me 4/30/2015
4343. Birds Are Words 4/30/2015
4344. Written Words 5/1/2015
4345. My Legacy 5/1/2015
4346. Charm Of The Sun 5/1/2015
4347. The Best Food 5/1/2015
4348. Simple Treachery 5/1/2015
4349. Sand In Hand 5/4/2015
4350. Lamentable Library 5/4/2015
4351. Life Is Genius 5/6/2015
4352. Seek The Words 5/6/2015
4353. Seek The Verses 5/7/2015
4354. The Passage Of Ships 5/7/2015
4355. One Hit To The Brain 5/7/2015
4356. Sun Of Brightness 5/7/2015
4357. Real Energies 5/7/2015
4358. The Words In Thoughts 5/8/2015
4359. Enter The Circle 5/8/2015
4360. Common Sense 5/8/2015

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

The Vortex

The beauty usually surrounds us when in a paradise,
Inside the paradises there are regions of galaxies existing,
Where life is existing, plants sprout fortunately, gold escalates
In torsos and bellies, from eating of silvers and bronzes.

The coins melt, the treasures are discovered, and unhappiness
Is emitted into the heavens, with transmigration,
And a zero fat body, a hefty sum of money, and also
The slums sadly appear to find a unique playground of circular roots.

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