Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

5441. Everything Is Everything 10/26/2017
5442. My Story Is 10/26/2017
5443. Inward Dreams 10/28/2017
5444. My Happy Cosmos 10/28/2017
5445. The Words Of Warning 10/30/2017
5446. The Sea Is My Meaning 11/1/2017
5447. Spirals On The Skin 11/4/2017
5448. Simple Life 11/4/2017
5449. I Have No Fear 11/4/2017
5450. I Have To Possess This Stone And Gold 11/4/2017
5451. I'm Glad To See You 11/4/2017
5452. The Heart Attacked 11/4/2017
5453. Thoughts Of You 11/4/2017
5454. Love Is A Good Mixture 11/8/2017
5455. Love Is Good Or Bad 11/8/2017
5456. Poisons Of Children 11/8/2017
5457. Do Not Stagger And Speak 11/8/2017
5458. Humour In Life 10/8/2017
5459. Love Is In Me 10/8/2017
5460. Earth's Speech 10/9/2017
5461. Do Enter This House 10/10/2017
5462. To Cry For It 10/10/2017
5463. Where My Parrot Lies 10/10/2017
5464. A Thousand Ways 10/14/2017
5465. The Essence Of The Sciences 10/14/2017
5466. Calibre Of The Heart 3/15/2015
5467. Just To Be 3/15/2015
5468. Mentionable 3/15/2015
5469. Monuments Alive 3/17/2015
5470. Distant Life 3/20/2015
5471. Those With Superior Minds -new- 10/8/2019
5472. My Shining Light 3/17/2015
5473. At My Grave 3/20/2015
5474. One Star 3/24/2015
5475. Speedy Horses 3/9/2015
5476. The Rhetor 3/5/2015
5477. Inner Intent 3/2/2015
5478. Never Conquered 3/8/2015
5479. Treasured Horizon 3/8/2015
5480. Longest Friends 2/27/2015

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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