Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,997 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5041. One Feels His Friend 6/26/2017
5042. Smile Endlessly 6/27/2017
5043. To Be Words Of War 6/29/2017
5044. Learning Is Like Living 6/29/2017
5045. Enter A Country Called Life 6/29/2017
5046. Matrices 6/29/2017
5047. Your Dreams Are Mine 7/6/2017
5048. Changing Of The Mind 7/6/2017
5049. Amulet 7/6/2017
5050. Poor Men Speak 9/6/2017
5051. Central Tree 9/6/2017
5052. Let The Beauty Be Beautiful 9/8/2017
5053. My Street Under The Sky 9/8/2017
5054. Paradise Is In The Heart 9/9/2017
5055. Everyone Dreams 9/9/2017
5056. Don't Walk Behind 9/9/2017
5057. The Only Way To Sorcery 9/9/2017
5058. My Heart Is My Force 9/10/2017
5059. Wonders Of The Day 9/17/2017
5060. Through The Garden Of Love 9/17/2017
5061. From Wisdom Is My Voice 9/17/2017
5062. The Hills Are Illness 9/17/2017
5063. The Shepherd's Tower 9/17/2017
5064. My Tests 9/19/2017
5065. Sunlight Falls On You 9/19/2017
5066. I Set Off 9/22/2017
5067. My Birthplace 9/25/2017
5068. Love Is Like The Rose 9/25/2017
5069. Hear The Words Of Love 9/25/2017
5070. To Throw Jewels At A Floating-City 9/26/2017
5071. Have Heart 10/3/2017
5072. The Beauty Of Doing 10/6/2017
5073. Ugly Men That Lie 11/10/2017
5074. Every Spring 11/10/2017
5075. He Walks In Midlife 11/11/2017
5076. Where There Is Grass 11/12/2017
5077. There Is A Sweetness 11/12/2017
5078. The Better Beauty 11/12/2017
5079. Every Eye 11/13/2017
5080. The Starry Skies 11/14/2017

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

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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