Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,213 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5161. The Laughing Tone 4/11/2018
5162. Natural Food 11/2/2015
5163. The Frightened One 11/3/2015
5164. I Admire The Sight 11/3/2015
5165. The Course Of Life 11/3/2015
5166. Innocent Sleep 11/3/2015
5167. Running Wisdom 11/3/2015
5168. Jewellery 11/6/2015
5169. Wide Crowd 11/6/2015
5170. In Black 11/8/2015
5171. Your Real Teaching 11/10/2015
5172. I Hear Caesar 11/10/2015
5173. A Veiled Tree 11/11/2015
5174. For Feathers 11/11/2015
5175. Let Go Of Beauty 11/11/2015
5176. Regality 11/11/2015
5177. Deluded Duty 11/11/2015
5178. Crossed Hands 11/11/2015
5179. Holy Pathway 11/12/2015
5180. So Many Thoughts 11/12/2015
5181. Tragic Rains 11/14/2015
5182. My Artists Of Words 11/14/2015
5183. Dreams Come True 11/14/2015
5184. Strong Royalty 11/14/2015
5185. Pots Of Food 11/15/2015
5186. True Hearts Call To Love 11/15/2015
5187. True Dreaming Bursts 11/15/2015
5188. Faith In Me 11/15/2015
5189. The Great Unknown 11/16/2015
5190. The Sky Of Pain 11/16/2015
5191. Thoughts Beget 11/16/2015
5192. Sly Moves 11/16/2015
5193. Powerful Pride 11/17/2015
5194. Love’s Thought 11/19/2015
5195. Only Grace 11/19/2015
5196. Glutinous Grounds 11/19/2015
5197. Strata 11/19/2015
5198. Lady Lake 11/19/2015
5199. Vanishing Flood 11/19/2015
5200. Forepaw 11/20/2015

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

Wonder At All

All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status

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