Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

4481. Pair Of Eyes 3/9/2015
4482. Smiling Thinkers 6/23/2015
4483. Minds Of Parents 6/23/2015
4484. The Day Shall Be Late 6/25/2015
4485. This Island Of Eyes 6/25/2015
4486. Sense After Sense 6/30/2015
4487. The Hills After War 6/30/2015
4488. Black Wounds 6/30/2015
4489. Shining Stars 6/30/2015
4490. Best Of The Worlds 6/30/2015
4491. My Duty Is To Serve 7/4/2015
4492. I Can Light My Cigar 7/5/2015
4493. I Have A Peace 7/6/2015
4494. Light Enters 7/7/2015
4495. The Delayer 7/8/2015
4496. I Told Dread 7/9/2015
4497. I Fall Into The River 7/9/2015
4498. Being Grim And Greedy 7/9/2015
4499. The Very Last Day 7/12/2015
4500. This Path Is To The Palace 7/14/2015
4501. Wealthy Son 7/14/2015
4502. I Have Stares 7/14/2015
4503. Gestures Of Space 7/16/2015
4504. Heaven On Earth 7/18/2015
4505. In The Mind 7/19/2015
4506. The Soul In The Star 7/20/2015
4507. My Designer Of Thoughts 7/20/2015
4508. Toy-Making 7/20/2015
4509. I Am Sick Of Sight 7/21/2015
4510. The Stars Of Joy 7/23/2015
4511. My Music Of Solitude 7/23/2015
4512. Seas Of Strictness 7/23/2015
4513. I Have A House 8/19/2015
4514. Alone With The King 8/19/2015
4515. Some Sinners 8/19/2015
4516. Near The Light 8/21/2015
4517. Papery Wasp 8/22/2015
4518. The Falling Debris 8/23/2015
4519. Beginning With Those Tyrants 8/23/2015
4520. My Bib 8/23/2015

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

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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