Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,484 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5121. A Complex Character 11/30/2015
5122. A Soft Landing 12/3/2015
5123. Jumping In Time 12/6/2015
5124. Light Of The Face 12/8/2015
5125. Light Of Friendship 12/8/2015
5126. A Just Poem 12/8/2015
5127. Martian Bodies 12/31/2015
5128. I Am Form 3/20/2015
5129. In A Man 3/20/2015
5130. Your Twisted Heads 3/20/2015
5131. My Home Is Rocks 3/20/2015
5132. Twisted Plot 3/20/2015
5133. Nature Of Men 3/22/2015
5134. Days Meet 3/22/2015
5135. One Moment 3/22/2015
5136. Light Of A Star 3/23/2015
5137. Stars In The Galaxy 3/24/2015
5138. My Acts Of Old Age 3/24/2015
5139. Humour In Life 10/8/2017
5140. Love Is In Me 10/8/2017
5141. Earth's Speech 10/9/2017
5142. Do Enter This House 10/10/2017
5143. To Cry For It 10/10/2017
5144. Where My Parrot Lies 10/10/2017
5145. A Thousand Ways 10/14/2017
5146. The Essence Of The Sciences 10/14/2017
5147. To Learn Bravery 10/16/2017
5148. A Beautiful Wand 10/16/2017
5149. Truth Hurts 10/16/2017
5150. A Pencil Hits The Floor 10/18/2017
5151. The Love In Your Heart 10/19/2017
5152. To This Door 10/23/2017
5153. Waiting For A Death 10/26/2017
5154. Mountains To Climb 10/26/2017
5155. Everything Is Everything 10/26/2017
5156. My Story Is 10/26/2017
5157. Inward Dreams 10/28/2017
5158. My Happy Cosmos 10/28/2017
5159. The Words Of Warning 10/30/2017
5160. The Sea Is My Meaning 11/1/2017

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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