Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,271 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

441. Boxes 5/4/2008
442. Political Hanging 5/4/2008
443. Democracy 5/4/2008
444. Food Is Lovely 5/4/2008
445. Love Is A Prison 5/5/2008
446. Gifts From Men 5/5/2008
447. Gray Knight 5/5/2008
448. Gods And Kings 5/6/2008
449. Our Differences With Poetry 5/6/2008
450. Sacrifice 5/6/2008
451. Harvest 5/7/2008
452. Wonderful Dreams 5/7/2008
453. A Destroyer? 5/7/2008
454. The Gods Above 5/7/2008
455. Takeover 5/7/2008
456. The Food 5/7/2008
457. My Test 5/7/2008
458. Many Gods 5/7/2008
459. Regret The Prison 5/7/2008
460. Those Terms 5/7/2008
461. Underworld 5/7/2008
462. Spy-Catcher 5/7/2008
463. Restaurant Eating 5/7/2008
464. Time Itself 5/7/2008
465. Man With A Lapel 5/8/2008
466. Odd Thought 5/8/2008
467. Accidental 5/8/2008
468. Statisticians 5/9/2008
469. Our House Is Safe 5/9/2008
470. The Cosmos 5/10/2008
471. Secret Mission 5/10/2008
472. I Am Rich 5/10/2008
473. Booklets Or Boldness 5/10/2008
474. Born 5/10/2008
475. A Decade 1/18/2008
476. Obtained By Ghosts 1/19/2008
477. Why Was I Exterminated? 1/19/2008
478. Blind Can See 5/10/2008
479. A Sign Of Victory 5/10/2008
480. War Of Words 5/12/2008

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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