Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,549 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4561. The Baton 9/5/2015
4562. I Am Wise 9/9/2015
4563. Prisons Of Blood 9/11/2015
4564. Flowers Of Light 9/13/2015
4565. The Death Of Love 9/14/2015
4566. I Oppose My Sleep 9/14/2015
4567. The Tricky One 9/14/2015
4568. The Lion Moves Up 9/14/2015
4569. Blossoming Azaleas 9/14/2015
4570. Plant A Tree 9/14/2015
4571. Blue Cavern 9/14/2015
4572. Hard Memory 9/15/2015
4573. Cheeks 9/15/2015
4574. The Sacrificial Gold 9/15/2015
4575. Winter Comes 9/15/2015
4576. Strange Mists 9/15/2015
4577. The Night Is A State 9/18/2015
4578. Beautiful Mountain Of Gold 9/19/2015
4579. Queen Of Words 9/19/2015
4580. The First Man 9/19/2015
4581. The Course Of Swords 9/19/2015
4582. Some Mathematicians 9/21/2015
4583. The Heart Has Ranks 9/22/2015
4584. The Turn 9/23/2015
4585. He Mastered Nothing 9/25/2015
4586. A Sea Of Philosophy 9/25/2015
4587. The Sound Of Giants 9/25/2015
4588. Birds Of Praise 9/25/2015
4589. Knowing One 9/25/2015
4590. Sway Of The Self 9/25/2015
4591. I Wondered About Tears 9/26/2015
4592. Gentle And Sweet 9/26/2015
4593. Bless The Horse 7/24/2015
4594. My Stinging Soul 7/27/2015
4595. The Star Is Mine 7/30/2015
4596. My Praiseworthy Way 7/30/2015
4597. Everlasting Soul 7/30/2015
4598. You Enlighten Me 7/30/2015
4599. Leader’s Crowd 7/31/2015
4600. The Chaste Poets 7/31/2015

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

To Learn Bravery

To return to him, you must learn with the seeing,
Pretty pieces of the pathway appear to us when sown.
Cool and stopped, a freedom of the house is propped,
Returning us yet again to oblivion and soul's rest.
Hiding, creating and fulfilling is a fierce wind of might,
Turning the present to the past or the future.
Time is still a system of the painted paint, a pant of sayings,
The rigour of righteous reality, the space of a region.
Towards the cheek is the calling, alien to my neck,

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