Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,484 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4681. Binding To You 1/8/2016
4682. Unfitting For Him 1/11/2016
4683. Vile Sleep 1/13/2016
4684. Men Who Understand 1/15/2016
4685. Day, Then Night 1/15/2016
4686. My Night Is Tomorrow 1/15/2016
4687. To Be Gentle 1/15/2016
4688. Principle Of Torrents 1/16/2016
4689. Lines Of Power 1/18/2016
4690. In My Sleeping Hours 1/20/2016
4691. The Hills 1/20/2016
4692. The Heart Is Saying 1/22/2016
4693. Going To The Wooden Tree 1/23/2016
4694. The Repositioning 1/23/2016
4695. The Plateau 1/23/2016
4696. Love Has A Death 1/24/2016
4697. My Grand Nation 1/24/2016
4698. One Corridor 1/27/2016
4699. Bright Stars 1/27/2016
4700. Lovely Ears And Eyes 1/27/2016
4701. The Devils Of The Wind 1/28/2016
4702. I Was Eager 1/28/2016
4703. The Deepest Snow 1/28/2016
4704. The Winter Has Come 1/28/2016
4705. Your Cloth 1/28/2016
4706. Time Of My Years 1/30/2016
4707. Acts Of The Heart 1/30/2016
4708. Guide Me In My Sleep 2/1/2016
4709. Your Task Is Forced 2/2/2016
4710. The Ideal Soldier 2/5/2016
4711. The Understanding Genius 2/5/2016
4712. Stupid Vocation 2/5/2016
4713. To Humiliate Him 2/5/2016
4714. Many Towns And Villages 2/7/2016
4715. I Will Speak With The Goddess 2/8/2016
4716. I Am The Parent Of Poetry 2/8/2016
4717. In My Confused Spirit 2/11/2016
4718. Going, Growing, Being Godly 2/12/2016
4719. The Opposing Forces 2/13/2016
4720. By Certain Angels 2/14/2016

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

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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