Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,223 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4761. My Liking 4/24/2016
4762. Diverse Air 4/25/2016
4763. Celebratory Roses 4/27/2016
4764. The Death Of Lovers 4/27/2016
4765. My First Song 4/27/2016
4766. Enter My Lake 4/28/2016
4767. Closer They Drew 4/28/2016
4768. Fathers And Mothers 5/1/2016
4769. Her Concentration 5/4/2016
4770. Heroes In My Life 5/6/2016
4771. Death Is A Scroll 5/7/2016
4772. My Moon Is My Ghost 5/7/2016
4773. I Cry Due To Mathematics 5/7/2016
4774. Table Manners 5/7/2016
4775. The Bright, Good Man 5/8/2016
4776. He Sees Us 5/14/2016
4777. I Am Dreaming 5/16/2016
4778. Unseen Affairs 5/20/2016
4779. Swimming In Conjecture 5/20/2016
4780. Higher Than Love 5/26/2016
4781. Sinking City 5/28/2016
4782. The Fight For Freedom 5/30/2016
4783. To Fight A Lazy Man 5/30/2016
4784. The Crueler Tyrant 5/31/2016
4785. That Kingdom Of Corpses 5/31/2016
4786. The Golden Mystery 6/1/2016
4787. Souls Of Clever Beauty 6/3/2016
4788. A Chariot 6/3/2016
4789. Flowers Of Love 6/3/2016
4790. One Day I Saw You 6/3/2016
4791. Lines Of Love 6/3/2016
4792. My Seeing You 6/3/2016
4793. I Cannot Hide From Your Eyes 6/7/2016
4794. My Distant Love 6/8/2016
4795. The Dream Of Love Changes 6/8/2016
4796. No Night Is Wiser 6/9/2016
4797. My Time Is My Time 6/9/2016
4798. In Objects And Place 6/14/2016
4799. The Document 6/16/2016
4800. If Poetry 6/17/2016

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

In The Death Of Night

In the dead of night, a man begins his flight into darkness,
He says, "The earthy plains and the rivers of might bow down
To objects of delight, fierce winds arise, and earth is no more."

Spaces of the light, you can be him too, like Love be him;
Instead of wine that drops from a height, drain the cup of harm,
Like a delivery of sighing science so succulent and sweet.

The chemistry of the soils are abiding in a hellish land,

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