Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,325 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4761. Big-Hearted Man 4/14/2016
4762. The Soul Has Laws 4/14/2016
4763. The Relationships 4/15/2016
4764. Poetry Is 4/16/2016
4765. A Quiet Area 4/16/2016
4766. The Frosty Winter 4/18/2016
4767. In My Soul Is Justice 4/18/2016
4768. Optimism And Pessimism 4/18/2016
4769. Leave This Space 4/22/2016
4770. A Complaining Man 4/22/2016
4771. My Liking 4/24/2016
4772. Diverse Air 4/25/2016
4773. Celebratory Roses 4/27/2016
4774. The Death Of Lovers 4/27/2016
4775. My First Song 4/27/2016
4776. Enter My Lake 4/28/2016
4777. Closer They Drew 4/28/2016
4778. Fathers And Mothers 5/1/2016
4779. Her Concentration 5/4/2016
4780. Heroes In My Life 5/6/2016
4781. Death Is A Scroll 5/7/2016
4782. My Moon Is My Ghost 5/7/2016
4783. I Cry Due To Mathematics 5/7/2016
4784. Table Manners 5/7/2016
4785. The Bright, Good Man 5/8/2016
4786. He Sees Us 5/14/2016
4787. I Am Dreaming 5/16/2016
4788. Unseen Affairs 5/20/2016
4789. Swimming In Conjecture 5/20/2016
4790. Higher Than Love 5/26/2016
4791. Sinking City 5/28/2016
4792. The Fight For Freedom 5/30/2016
4793. To Fight A Lazy Man 5/30/2016
4794. The Crueler Tyrant 5/31/2016
4795. That Kingdom Of Corpses 5/31/2016
4796. The Golden Mystery 6/1/2016
4797. Souls Of Clever Beauty 6/3/2016
4798. A Chariot 6/3/2016
4799. Flowers Of Love 6/3/2016
4800. One Day I Saw You 6/3/2016
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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