Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,487 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4961. The Light Within 1/4/2017
4962. Words Are Chosen 1/4/2017
4963. The River Is 1/4/2017
4964. The Sun And Moon 1/5/2017
4965. For The Sake Of Peace 1/5/2017
4966. The Hidden Moon 1/7/2017
4967. One Night Of Doubt 1/7/2017
4968. I See The Dying 1/8/2017
4969. My Spirit Collapses 1/14/2017
4970. Mocking My Painting 1/15/2017
4971. The Manhood 1/16/2017
4972. Dividing Line 1/20/2017
4973. This Inner Line 1/20/2017
4974. One Road 1/22/2017
4975. At The End Of The Road 1/22/2017
4976. To Enjoy 1/23/2017
4977. Death For Those Who Cry 1/26/2017
4978. Brothers In Triumph 1/30/2017
4979. Forsaken Men 1/30/2017
4980. He Forgave Me 2/1/2017
4981. Concentrate 2/4/2017
4982. Heaven With A Car 2/5/2017
4983. Become The Balcony 2/5/2017
4984. The School Of Kings 2/5/2017
4985. Love To My Heart 2/10/2017
4986. Fire Is Fire 2/16/2017
4987. My Love Is My Thought 2/18/2017
4988. To Report My War 2/20/2017
4989. Grievance 2/24/2017
4990. Joyous Wave 3/3/2017
4991. I Saw Him When I Was Old 3/6/2017
4992. The Butterfly 3/7/2017
4993. My Might 3/13/2017
4994. A Poet Is Discerning 3/13/2017
4995. Die With My Love 3/14/2017
4996. You Must Oppose Me 3/16/2017
4997. Your Wisdom Is 3/16/2017
4998. Why Do We Suffer? 3/18/2017
4999. I Endure The Cold 3/19/2017
5000. Today My Soul Breathes 3/23/2017

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

Your Being Is Natural

Maybe your being is in the highlighted fashion,
Or the branches of a tree resemble your life,
Or your natural turn of the head is like the heart,
Or even your tongue is superb and unique.

Maybe your qualms are numberless, and concrete,
Or the soul feels euphoria for the outcasts of ours,
Or the soul fetches a prisoner of war into his house,
Or the deadly criminals affect a changing attitude.

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