Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

5201. The Moment I Choose 12/4/2017
5202. I Must Explain Love 12/5/2017
5203. We Are Born Beautifully 12/6/2017
5204. Do Not Accept The Noon 12/10/2017
5205. Love Begins To Care 12/12/2017
5206. My Respectable One 12/17/2017
5207. Rest Me Once 12/18/2017
5208. Roses Are Calling 12/18/2017
5209. Whatever You Keep 12/18/2017
5210. I Will Remember 12/18/2017
5211. I Believe In 12/18/2017
5212. Yours Is Youth 12/19/2017
5213. The Many Branches Of Knowledge 12/21/2017
5214. When I Am To Die 12/21/2017
5215. Your Being Is Natural 12/25/2017
5216. My Hand And Soul 12/25/2017
5217. Your Fiery Heart 12/31/2017
5218. Warm Within 12/31/2017
5219. The Straight Spirit 1/3/2018
5220. Don't Mourn For This Existence 1/7/2018
5221. Let Beautiful Souls Sleep 1/7/2018
5222. My Minutes, My Seconds 1/7/2018
5223. To Seek The King 1/8/2018
5224. To Keep Names 1/10/2018
5225. The Sun Is Our Lamp 1/11/2018
5226. Forgotten Gems 1/11/2018
5227. The Days Of A Monster 1/12/2018
5228. My Weakness Is My Week In Time 1/12/2018
5229. A Mage Is In This World 1/12/2018
5230. Still I Dream 1/14/2018
5231. If You Love Then Ride Horses 1/15/2018
5232. You Are Incarnate, Like The Heart 1/15/2018
5233. My Companion Is Who He Is 1/16/2018
5234. Words Pass 1/16/2018
5235. I Have Seen A Bird 1/16/2018
5236. Sell Your Heart 1/16/2018
5237. The Garden Is Full Of Love 1/21/2018
5238. You Are The Way Of Light 1/21/2018
5239. Why Do Knowers Whisper? 1/21/2018
5240. In Every Reality 1/22/2018

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

Your Being Is Natural

Maybe your being is in the highlighted fashion,
Or the branches of a tree resemble your life,
Or your natural turn of the head is like the heart,
Or even your tongue is superb and unique.

Maybe your qualms are numberless, and concrete,
Or the soul feels euphoria for the outcasts of ours,
Or the soul fetches a prisoner of war into his house,
Or the deadly criminals affect a changing attitude.

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