Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,730 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5401. Cunning Man 9/30/2010
5402. Tower Of A Nation 8/23/2010
5403. I Flow Down 8/17/2010
5404. Wanderer Of The Seas 7/26/2010
5405. Making Buildings 7/21/2010
5406. Crypt 7/19/2010
5407. We Met In A Freezer 6/30/2010
5408. Awful Burns 7/17/2010
5409. The Ode To Reading Books 7/18/2010
5410. Faithful Leader 2/28/2010
5411. My Dairyman 6/30/2010
5412. Respect And Holler 6/28/2010
5413. Bouncy Ball 4/19/2010
5414. Dim And Divine 4/6/2010
5415. I Lack It 3/7/2010
5416. Swift Bird 11/21/2009
5417. To A Friend 12/7/2009
5418. Your Innocence 2/5/2010
5419. Radiant Being 2/22/2010
5420. More Faith 2/16/2010
5421. Actively Arguing 2/11/2010
5422. My Tower Is Splendid 2/9/2010
5423. Leaping Like Children 2/3/2010
5424. Headdress 12/29/2009
5425. A Fairy 12/22/2009
5426. My Belly Aches 12/5/2009
5427. Strong Love 11/28/2009
5428. Finding Treasure 11/5/2009
5429. Sad Summer 11/3/2009
5430. Am I Humble? 10/30/2009
5431. Death To Design 11/1/2009
5432. Blushes 11/2/2009
5433. Death Has Steps 10/7/2009
5434. Asking Questions 10/29/2009
5435. Island Of Vagabonds 10/1/2009
5436. Brown Horses 10/1/2009
5437. Healing The Sick 9/28/2009
5438. Blessed Day And Night 9/21/2009
5439. Surviving Riches 9/21/2009
5440. God’s Creation 9/18/2009

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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