Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,330 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4561. Plant A Tree 9/14/2015
4562. Blue Cavern 9/14/2015
4563. Hard Memory 9/15/2015
4564. Cheeks 9/15/2015
4565. The Sacrificial Gold 9/15/2015
4566. Winter Comes 9/15/2015
4567. Strange Mists 9/15/2015
4568. The Night Is A State 9/18/2015
4569. Beautiful Mountain Of Gold 9/19/2015
4570. Queen Of Words 9/19/2015
4571. The First Man 9/19/2015
4572. The Course Of Swords 9/19/2015
4573. Some Mathematicians 9/21/2015
4574. The Heart Has Ranks 9/22/2015
4575. The Turn 9/23/2015
4576. He Mastered Nothing 9/25/2015
4577. A Sea Of Philosophy 9/25/2015
4578. The Sound Of Giants 9/25/2015
4579. Birds Of Praise 9/25/2015
4580. Knowing One 9/25/2015
4581. Sway Of The Self 9/25/2015
4582. I Wondered About Tears 9/26/2015
4583. Gentle And Sweet 9/26/2015
4584. Pair Of Eyes 3/9/2015
4585. Calibre Of The Heart 3/15/2015
4586. I Am Form 3/20/2015
4587. In A Man 3/20/2015
4588. Your Twisted Heads 3/20/2015
4589. My Home Is Rocks 3/20/2015
4590. Twisted Plot 3/20/2015
4591. Nature Of Men 3/22/2015
4592. Days Meet 3/22/2015
4593. One Moment 3/22/2015
4594. Light Of A Star 3/23/2015
4595. Stars In The Galaxy 3/24/2015
4596. My Acts Of Old Age 3/24/2015
4597. Bless The Horse 7/24/2015
4598. My Stinging Soul 7/27/2015
4599. The Star Is Mine 7/30/2015
4600. My Praiseworthy Way 7/30/2015

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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