Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,632 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4761. The Crueler Tyrant 5/31/2016
4762. That Kingdom Of Corpses 5/31/2016
4763. The Golden Mystery 6/1/2016
4764. Souls Of Clever Beauty 6/3/2016
4765. A Chariot 6/3/2016
4766. Flowers Of Love 6/3/2016
4767. One Day I Saw You 6/3/2016
4768. Lines Of Love 6/3/2016
4769. My Seeing You 6/3/2016
4770. I Cannot Hide From Your Eyes 6/7/2016
4771. My Distant Love 6/8/2016
4772. The Dream Of Love Changes 6/8/2016
4773. No Night Is Wiser 6/9/2016
4774. My Time Is My Time 6/9/2016
4775. In Objects And Place 6/14/2016
4776. The Document 6/16/2016
4777. If Poetry 6/17/2016
4778. Stars Shine Towards Me 6/17/2016
4779. Large Doorway 6/17/2016
4780. My Car And My Family 6/18/2016
4781. Snow Has Fallen 6/19/2016
4782. Under The Moon Is An Ocean 6/26/2016
4783. The Delight Of Water 6/26/2016
4784. Moons Fill The Night 6/26/2016
4785. The Cosmic Light 6/26/2016
4786. Speak Of Your Heart 6/26/2016
4787. My Worship And Suffering 6/26/2016
4788. A Thousand Minds 6/29/2016
4789. Feeding Gold 6/29/2016
4790. Of The City And Its Song 6/29/2016
4791. Leaves Of A Tree 6/29/2016
4792. The Wisest Men 7/1/2016
4793. Phase Of Praise 7/1/2016
4794. To See The Healing 7/4/2016
4795. You Are My Character 7/8/2016
4796. To Be My Sincerity 7/8/2016
4797. Paint Looms 7/8/2016
4798. I Am A Pilgrim 7/10/2016
4799. A Born Few 7/12/2016
4800. Decaying World 7/12/2016

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

Four Seasons

Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.

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