Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,781 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4681. Man Of Avarice 2/20/2015
4682. My Dying Plant 2/20/2015
4683. One Understands Him 2/13/2015
4684. Monochrome Landscape 2/25/2015
4685. For The Heavens 2/25/2015
4686. I Thought The Spirit 2/27/2015
4687. Glanced At The Night 2/27/2015
4688. Burning Sound 3/2/2015
4689. To Be A Special Sky 3/2/2015
4690. A Sky Of Beauty 3/2/2015
4691. Power Wins 3/2/2015
4692. One Anger 3/2/2015
4693. In The Deluge 3/2/2015
4694. Design A Day 3/4/2015
4695. Stray Dog 3/5/2015
4696. What Truth Is In Love? 3/8/2015
4697. I Wonder On A Letter 3/8/2015
4698. The Unique 3/8/2015
4699. Pair Of Eyes 3/9/2015
4700. I Am Form 3/20/2015
4701. In A Man 3/20/2015
4702. Your Twisted Heads 3/20/2015
4703. My Home Is Rocks 3/20/2015
4704. Twisted Plot 3/20/2015
4705. Nature Of Men 3/22/2015
4706. Days Meet 3/22/2015
4707. One Moment 3/22/2015
4708. Light Of A Star 3/23/2015
4709. Stars In The Galaxy 3/24/2015
4710. My Acts Of Old Age 3/24/2015
4711. Smiling Thinkers 6/23/2015
4712. Minds Of Parents 6/23/2015
4713. The Day Shall Be Late 6/25/2015
4714. This Island Of Eyes 6/25/2015
4715. Sense After Sense 6/30/2015
4716. The Hills After War 6/30/2015
4717. Black Wounds 6/30/2015
4718. Shining Stars 6/30/2015
4719. Best Of The Worlds 6/30/2015
4720. My Duty Is To Serve 7/4/2015

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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