Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,330 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5121. I Have Truth In Me 8/9/2015
5122. This Heart Has A Purpose 8/10/2015
5123. From Disease Is A Grave 8/10/2015
5124. Ape Is Him 8/12/2015
5125. I Smile Warmly 8/12/2015
5126. The Light Upon The Heart 8/13/2015
5127. The Repose 8/13/2015
5128. I Deserve Ink And Sight 8/13/2015
5129. Strange Love 8/14/2015
5130. This Hunger 8/15/2015
5131. The Eternal Song 8/15/2015
5132. An Agreement With A White Scene 8/15/2015
5133. To Learn Bravery 10/16/2017
5134. A Beautiful Wand 10/16/2017
5135. Truth Hurts 10/16/2017
5136. A Pencil Hits The Floor 10/18/2017
5137. The Love In Your Heart 10/19/2017
5138. To This Door 10/23/2017
5139. Waiting For A Death 10/26/2017
5140. Mountains To Climb 10/26/2017
5141. Everything Is Everything 10/26/2017
5142. My Story Is 10/26/2017
5143. Inward Dreams 10/28/2017
5144. My Happy Cosmos 10/28/2017
5145. The Words Of Warning 10/30/2017
5146. The Sea Is My Meaning 11/1/2017
5147. Spirals On The Skin 11/4/2017
5148. Simple Life 11/4/2017
5149. I Have No Fear 11/4/2017
5150. I Have To Possess This Stone And Gold 11/4/2017
5151. I'm Glad To See You 11/4/2017
5152. The Heart Attacked 11/4/2017
5153. Thoughts Of You 11/4/2017
5154. Love Is A Good Mixture 11/8/2017
5155. Love Is Good Or Bad 11/8/2017
5156. Poisons Of Children 11/8/2017
5157. Do Not Stagger And Speak 11/8/2017
5158. Ugly Men That Lie 11/10/2017
5159. Every Spring 11/10/2017
5160. He Walks In Midlife 11/11/2017

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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