Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,221 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4801. No Night Is Wiser 6/9/2016
4802. My Time Is My Time 6/9/2016
4803. In Objects And Place 6/14/2016
4804. The Document 6/16/2016
4805. If Poetry 6/17/2016
4806. Stars Shine Towards Me 6/17/2016
4807. Large Doorway 6/17/2016
4808. My Car And My Family 6/18/2016
4809. Snow Has Fallen 6/19/2016
4810. Under The Moon Is An Ocean 6/26/2016
4811. The Delight Of Water 6/26/2016
4812. Moons Fill The Night 6/26/2016
4813. The Cosmic Light 6/26/2016
4814. Speak Of Your Heart 6/26/2016
4815. My Worship And Suffering 6/26/2016
4816. A Thousand Minds 6/29/2016
4817. Feeding Gold 6/29/2016
4818. Of The City And Its Song 6/29/2016
4819. Leaves Of A Tree 6/29/2016
4820. The Wisest Men 7/1/2016
4821. Phase Of Praise 7/1/2016
4822. To See The Healing 7/4/2016
4823. You Are My Character 7/8/2016
4824. To Be My Sincerity 7/8/2016
4825. Paint Looms 7/8/2016
4826. I Am A Pilgrim 7/10/2016
4827. A Born Few 7/12/2016
4828. Decaying World 7/12/2016
4829. Raging Heat 7/12/2016
4830. Going To The Same 7/13/2016
4831. Dogmatic 7/17/2016
4832. Water Is From A Cloud 7/19/2016
4833. The Song Of Harlequins 7/19/2016
4834. The Herd Calls Me 7/19/2016
4835. Blue Stars 7/24/2016
4836. Grievances 7/24/2016
4837. Writing And Reading 7/24/2016
4838. No View Of Fruit 7/24/2016
4839. You Are Minor 7/25/2016
4840. Your Mother 7/25/2016

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

Creation

I am suited to innocence as much as whiteness,
And the dark skies witness behaved-ones.
Looking in my direction the sunly objects fit my eye,
Once ago I say.

Too much is known and forgiven of late,
Late work is made of love fortunately on a saying
That indicated the holiness of mine:
To see God and be a part of it.

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