Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,221 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4481. Stray Dog 3/5/2015
4482. What Truth Is In Love? 3/8/2015
4483. I Wonder On A Letter 3/8/2015
4484. The Unique 3/8/2015
4485. Pair Of Eyes 3/9/2015
4486. I Am Form 3/20/2015
4487. In A Man 3/20/2015
4488. Your Twisted Heads 3/20/2015
4489. My Home Is Rocks 3/20/2015
4490. Twisted Plot 3/20/2015
4491. Nature Of Men 3/22/2015
4492. Days Meet 3/22/2015
4493. One Moment 3/22/2015
4494. Light Of A Star 3/23/2015
4495. Stars In The Galaxy 3/24/2015
4496. My Acts Of Old Age 3/24/2015
4497. Smiling Thinkers 6/23/2015
4498. Minds Of Parents 6/23/2015
4499. The Day Shall Be Late 6/25/2015
4500. This Island Of Eyes 6/25/2015
4501. Sense After Sense 6/30/2015
4502. The Hills After War 6/30/2015
4503. Black Wounds 6/30/2015
4504. Shining Stars 6/30/2015
4505. Best Of The Worlds 6/30/2015
4506. My Duty Is To Serve 7/4/2015
4507. I Can Light My Cigar 7/5/2015
4508. I Have A Peace 7/6/2015
4509. Light Enters 7/7/2015
4510. The Delayer 7/8/2015
4511. I Told Dread 7/9/2015
4512. I Fall Into The River 7/9/2015
4513. Being Grim And Greedy 7/9/2015
4514. The Very Last Day 7/12/2015
4515. This Path Is To The Palace 7/14/2015
4516. Wealthy Son 7/14/2015
4517. I Have Stares 7/14/2015
4518. Gestures Of Space 7/16/2015
4519. Heaven On Earth 7/18/2015
4520. In The Mind 7/19/2015

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

Four Seasons

Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.

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