Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,325 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4401. My Dangerous Friend 5/21/2015
4402. I Wonder And Ponder 5/23/2015
4403. To Enjoy This Treasure 5/24/2015
4404. Simplest Life 5/24/2015
4405. Alone In The Years 5/25/2015
4406. Within The Day 5/28/2015
4407. Journey For The Eyes 5/28/2015
4408. To Deny The Death 5/28/2015
4409. Tearfully 5/28/2015
4410. Man And Woman Of Success 5/31/2015
4411. Heavenly Flight 5/31/2015
4412. Hearts Within Sight 6/1/2015
4413. Ripples Of The Soul 6/2/2015
4414. Their Love 6/3/2015
4415. Lovely Grip Of Hours 6/3/2015
4416. A Daughter Of Wisdom 6/4/2015
4417. Clapped Their Hands 6/4/2015
4418. My Godly Help 6/8/2015
4419. The Goal Of Character 6/9/2015
4420. Steel Sword 6/13/2015
4421. Follow Her Gaze 6/13/2015
4422. My Witnesses 6/13/2015
4423. I Struck Him And Her 6/13/2015
4424. The Crowns Were Made 6/13/2015
4425. The Ripe Fruit 6/15/2015
4426. We Stay In Light 6/15/2015
4427. A Bird-Tree 6/17/2015
4428. Troubled Nation 12/23/2014
4429. The Enchanted Ones 12/24/2014
4430. It Is Called Time 12/27/2014
4431. Whispers Of Canal-Ghosts 12/27/2014
4432. We Are Hearts Of Life 12/28/2014
4433. Desolate Heart 12/30/2014
4434. My Meeting With The Puppeteer 12/31/2014
4435. Complex Language 12/31/2014
4436. In A Place 1/1/2015
4437. Words Remain Forever 1/1/2015
4438. My Fragrant Names 12/23/2014
4439. Heavy Mountain 12/23/2014
4440. Bitter Hearts 1/3/2015
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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Desire

You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.

Keys to the city are too many to see and hear,
I love the colours and I like them always here.
The birds will fly and depart once more only,
And now never return as I can certainly.

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