Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,549 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5041. You Must Cancel Your Wealth 4/18/2017
5042. The Six Properties 4/19/2017
5043. The Starlight 4/19/2017
5044. I Have Feelings Too 4/19/2017
5045. Love Entered The Hearts 4/23/2017
5046. My Two Worlds 4/24/2017
5047. My Soul Is Present 4/24/2017
5048. As I Spoke It 4/24/2017
5049. Godless Men 4/24/2017
5050. I Am In Your House 4/25/2017
5051. Attack Of Love 4/25/2017
5052. My Special Role 5/21/2017
5053. The Fire Is Complete 5/23/2017
5054. Thrown 5/23/2017
5055. In The Dead Of Night 5/24/2017
5056. You Are In Loss 5/27/2017
5057. So Believe In My World 5/27/2017
5058. The Fortress Of Light 6/1/2017
5059. What Is A Man? 6/1/2017
5060. The Spirit Inside 6/1/2017
5061. Orange Palms 6/2/2017
5062. I Act According To Light 6/6/2017
5063. If You Know 6/7/2017
5064. If I Think Of You 6/7/2017
5065. Good And Evil 6/7/2017
5066. The Boy Of Books 6/8/2017
5067. The Woman With Heaven 6/8/2017
5068. Inside The Love 6/9/2017
5069. Love Is Beauty 6/10/2017
5070. My Fall Is In Flesh 6/17/2017
5071. Muddy Road Of His 6/17/2017
5072. I Am So Small 6/19/2017
5073. Sand In The Air 6/21/2017
5074. One Feels His Friend 6/26/2017
5075. Smile Endlessly 6/27/2017
5076. To Be Words Of War 6/29/2017
5077. Learning Is Like Living 6/29/2017
5078. Enter A Country Called Life 6/29/2017
5079. Matrices 6/29/2017
5080. Your Dreams Are Mine 7/6/2017

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

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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