Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,376 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5161. The Matters Of The Ocean 4/19/2018
5162. The Red Flame Disappears 4/22/2018
5163. Only The Eyes 4/25/2018
5164. The Sleep Before Death 5/2/2018
5165. Kindness Is A Comfort 5/2/2018
5166. Bread Is My Death 5/7/2018
5167. All Of This Body 5/10/2018
5168. My Fingers 5/12/2018
5169. Captain Of My Heart 5/14/2018
5170. My Chest Is My Knowledge 5/17/2018
5171. Needles In The Feet 5/19/2018
5172. On This Earth 5/25/2018
5173. I Own You 5/28/2018
5174. Beyond The Hills 6/2/2018
5175. When You Work 6/2/2018
5176. The Heart And Soul 6/3/2018
5177. The Falling Walls 6/8/2018
5178. You Entered Like The Officer 6/10/2018
5179. Asleep 6/14/2018
5180. My Heart Is On Ice 6/14/2018
5181. I Begin To Curl 6/14/2018
5182. I Mimic Them 6/14/2018
5183. Time Is Too High 6/16/2018
5184. Scientific Life 6/16/2018
5185. Unable 6/17/2018
5186. I Simply Desire 6/17/2018
5187. Over And Over 6/17/2018
5188. The Story To Remember 6/17/2018
5189. Space Around 6/18/2018
5190. I Was Drunk 6/19/2018
5191. She Just Is 6/19/2018
5192. My Guests Were Late 6/21/2018
5193. An Old Lake 6/22/2018
5194. A Deathly Man 6/22/2018
5195. The Cities Of Mummies 6/26/2018
5196. The Coat 6/28/2018
5197. O Slave Of God 6/30/2018
5198. No, Search This Creation 7/1/2018
5199. I Take In Some Beauty 7/2/2018
5200. The Sweet Rose 7/2/2018

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.