Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,271 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4841. Blue Stars 7/24/2016
4842. Grievances 7/24/2016
4843. Writing And Reading 7/24/2016
4844. No View Of Fruit 7/24/2016
4845. You Are Minor 7/25/2016
4846. Your Mother 7/25/2016
4847. Words And Wars 7/25/2016
4848. Enshrined 7/26/2016
4849. Freedom Does Not Ask 7/27/2016
4850. Never Forgotten 7/29/2016
4851. Wooden 8/3/2016
4852. From Thoughts Of A Star 8/6/2016
4853. We Stood In Awe 8/6/2016
4854. Virtuous Youth 8/7/2016
4855. Nomad 8/14/2016
4856. Tears Are My Possession 8/14/2016
4857. Books Galore 8/17/2016
4858. You Linger And Fall 8/19/2016
4859. This Mountain 8/20/2016
4860. I Have Reasoning Powers 8/20/2016
4861. Thor 8/24/2016
4862. He Sent His Letter 8/24/2016
4863. My Long Road 8/25/2016
4864. My Head Hurts 8/27/2016
4865. The One-Eyed Liar 8/29/2016
4866. Long Nights 8/31/2016
4867. Vigilant Soul 9/1/2016
4868. Beast And Brother 9/1/2016
4869. You Are Just A Small Bush 9/1/2016
4870. Adult Fire 9/2/2016
4871. For Better Men 9/2/2016
4872. As A Spokesman 9/3/2016
4873. A Contrast To State 9/3/2016
4874. An Adventure In Life 9/3/2016
4875. Ensorcelled 9/3/2016
4876. The Faithful Door 9/10/2016
4877. A Teacher Is Like A Flower 9/10/2016
4878. My Faithful Steed 9/10/2016
4879. I Am Fluttering With Rage 9/10/2016
4880. Day After Day 9/12/2016

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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