Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,708 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4601. My Stinging Soul 7/27/2015
4602. The Star Is Mine 7/30/2015
4603. My Praiseworthy Way 7/30/2015
4604. Everlasting Soul 7/30/2015
4605. You Enlighten Me 7/30/2015
4606. Leader’s Crowd 7/31/2015
4607. The Chaste Poets 7/31/2015
4608. The Magic Of 7/31/2015
4609. Special Death 7/31/2015
4610. Cutlery And Misery 7/31/2015
4611. Haiku 1: Conscripts 7/31/2015
4612. Haiku 2: Warmblooded 7/31/2015
4613. The Times Of Love 8/4/2015
4614. Your Fire Is My Fire 8/4/2015
4615. A Deep Abyss 8/5/2015
4616. Little Do They Weep 8/7/2015
4617. Map Of This World 8/8/2015
4618. New Tree 8/8/2015
4619. Weeping Has A Sound 8/8/2015
4620. A Mirror On Its Wall 8/8/2015
4621. The Male And Female 8/8/2015
4622. I Have Truth In Me 8/9/2015
4623. This Heart Has A Purpose 8/10/2015
4624. From Disease Is A Grave 8/10/2015
4625. Ape Is Him 8/12/2015
4626. I Smile Warmly 8/12/2015
4627. The Light Upon The Heart 8/13/2015
4628. The Repose 8/13/2015
4629. I Deserve Ink And Sight 8/13/2015
4630. Strange Love 8/14/2015
4631. This Hunger 8/15/2015
4632. The Eternal Song 8/15/2015
4633. An Agreement With A White Scene 8/15/2015
4634. The Road Of Men 9/29/2015
4635. Singing Is A Virtue 10/1/2015
4636. Highest Cities 10/2/2015
4637. I See Angels 10/3/2015
4638. A Man Departs 10/3/2015
4639. Chills Of A Star 10/5/2015
4640. I Fall In My Purse 10/5/2015
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.

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Desire

You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.

Keys to the city are too many to see and hear,
I love the colours and I like them always here.
The birds will fly and depart once more only,
And now never return as I can certainly.

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