Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,997 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4601. The Star Is Mine 7/30/2015
4602. My Praiseworthy Way 7/30/2015
4603. Everlasting Soul 7/30/2015
4604. You Enlighten Me 7/30/2015
4605. Leader’s Crowd 7/31/2015
4606. The Chaste Poets 7/31/2015
4607. The Magic Of 7/31/2015
4608. Special Death 7/31/2015
4609. Cutlery And Misery 7/31/2015
4610. Haiku 1: Conscripts 7/31/2015
4611. Haiku 2: Warmblooded 7/31/2015
4612. The Times Of Love 8/4/2015
4613. Your Fire Is My Fire 8/4/2015
4614. A Deep Abyss 8/5/2015
4615. Little Do They Weep 8/7/2015
4616. Map Of This World 8/8/2015
4617. New Tree 8/8/2015
4618. Weeping Has A Sound 8/8/2015
4619. A Mirror On Its Wall 8/8/2015
4620. The Male And Female 8/8/2015
4621. I Have Truth In Me 8/9/2015
4622. This Heart Has A Purpose 8/10/2015
4623. From Disease Is A Grave 8/10/2015
4624. Ape Is Him 8/12/2015
4625. I Smile Warmly 8/12/2015
4626. The Light Upon The Heart 8/13/2015
4627. The Repose 8/13/2015
4628. I Deserve Ink And Sight 8/13/2015
4629. Strange Love 8/14/2015
4630. This Hunger 8/15/2015
4631. The Eternal Song 8/15/2015
4632. An Agreement With A White Scene 8/15/2015
4633. The Road Of Men 9/29/2015
4634. Singing Is A Virtue 10/1/2015
4635. Highest Cities 10/2/2015
4636. I See Angels 10/3/2015
4637. A Man Departs 10/3/2015
4638. Chills Of A Star 10/5/2015
4639. I Fall In My Purse 10/5/2015
4640. Gnostics In The Face 10/5/2015

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

The Vortex

The beauty usually surrounds us when in a paradise,
Inside the paradises there are regions of galaxies existing,
Where life is existing, plants sprout fortunately, gold escalates
In torsos and bellies, from eating of silvers and bronzes.

The coins melt, the treasures are discovered, and unhappiness
Is emitted into the heavens, with transmigration,
And a zero fat body, a hefty sum of money, and also
The slums sadly appear to find a unique playground of circular roots.

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