Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,323 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4841. Freedom Does Not Ask 7/27/2016
4842. Never Forgotten 7/29/2016
4843. Wooden 8/3/2016
4844. From Thoughts Of A Star 8/6/2016
4845. We Stood In Awe 8/6/2016
4846. Virtuous Youth 8/7/2016
4847. Nomad 8/14/2016
4848. Tears Are My Possession 8/14/2016
4849. Books Galore 8/17/2016
4850. You Linger And Fall 8/19/2016
4851. This Mountain 8/20/2016
4852. I Have Reasoning Powers 8/20/2016
4853. Thor 8/24/2016
4854. He Sent His Letter 8/24/2016
4855. My Long Road 8/25/2016
4856. My Head Hurts 8/27/2016
4857. The One-Eyed Liar 8/29/2016
4858. Long Nights 8/31/2016
4859. Vigilant Soul 9/1/2016
4860. Beast And Brother 9/1/2016
4861. You Are Just A Small Bush 9/1/2016
4862. Adult Fire 9/2/2016
4863. For Better Men 9/2/2016
4864. As A Spokesman 9/3/2016
4865. A Contrast To State 9/3/2016
4866. An Adventure In Life 9/3/2016
4867. Ensorcelled 9/3/2016
4868. The Faithful Door 9/10/2016
4869. A Teacher Is Like A Flower 9/10/2016
4870. My Faithful Steed 9/10/2016
4871. I Am Fluttering With Rage 9/10/2016
4872. Day After Day 9/12/2016
4873. Two Men 9/15/2016
4874. List Of My Crimes 9/22/2016
4875. Size Of Humanity 9/23/2016
4876. We Die So Soon? 9/28/2016
4877. The Past Is Mere Echo 9/29/2016
4878. With Thousands Of Years To Come 9/29/2016
4879. To Give Your Soul 9/29/2016
4880. Summer And Winter Ghosts 9/29/2016
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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