Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,658 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4881. I Have A World 10/7/2016
4882. Inside There Is A Glow 10/9/2016
4883. I Must Flow On Air 10/11/2016
4884. Time Belittles Me 10/12/2016
4885. The Man With Shoes 10/13/2016
4886. I Wish Words 10/13/2016
4887. The Man Of God 10/24/2016
4888. He Shall Reply 10/25/2016
4889. My Progress 10/25/2016
4890. Love Is My Master 11/1/2016
4891. This World Is Good For Travelling In 11/5/2016
4892. The Praying One 11/7/2016
4893. Seeking Heaven 11/7/2016
4894. My Strangest Sleep 11/7/2016
4895. The Norm 11/8/2016
4896. Chapter Of Love 11/11/2016
4897. My Moon 11/12/2016
4898. Space Is Space 11/13/2016
4899. The Squeezed Face 11/14/2016
4900. The Night Is Like Love 11/14/2016
4901. Power Of The Night 11/15/2016
4902. The Sounds Of This City 11/17/2016
4903. Only Money Is Good 11/20/2016
4904. Summer Is Spring 11/20/2016
4905. Gold Is Gold 11/21/2016
4906. From Ashes To Victory 11/26/2016
4907. Proud Of Virtue 11/26/2016
4908. Nobody Has Battle 11/26/2016
4909. Being Poor 11/28/2016
4910. In This House We Pray 11/29/2016
4911. Angels And Men 11/30/2016
4912. Intellect 11/30/2016
4913. Rain To Meet 12/1/2016
4914. Disputatious Dog 12/1/2016
4915. Sacred Doll 12/1/2016
4916. Die Here 12/4/2016
4917. By Boats 12/4/2016
4918. Natural Food 11/2/2015
4919. The Frightened One 11/3/2015
4920. I Admire The Sight 11/3/2015
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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