Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,222 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5441. My Tower Is Splendid 2/9/2010
5442. Leaping Like Children 2/3/2010
5443. Headdress 12/29/2009
5444. A Fairy 12/22/2009
5445. My Belly Aches 12/5/2009
5446. Strong Love 11/28/2009
5447. Finding Treasure 11/5/2009
5448. Sad Summer 11/3/2009
5449. Am I Humble? 10/30/2009
5450. Death To Design 11/1/2009
5451. Blushes 11/2/2009
5452. Death Has Steps 10/7/2009
5453. Asking Questions 10/29/2009
5454. Island Of Vagabonds 10/1/2009
5455. Brown Horses 10/1/2009
5456. Healing The Sick 9/28/2009
5457. Blessed Day And Night 9/21/2009
5458. Surviving Riches 9/21/2009
5459. God’s Creation 9/18/2009
5460. Sleeping Is Heaven 8/22/2009
5461. Murderess 8/9/2009
5462. Merman 8/8/2009
5463. Life Is Enough 7/11/2009
5464. History 7/6/2009
5465. Waiting For Success 6/20/2009
5466. Special Natures 7/1/2009
5467. Employee 7/2/2009
5468. Have Peace 6/24/2009
5469. Inner Garden 6/19/2009
5470. Sound Waves 6/14/2009
5471. My Arm 6/6/2009
5472. Space-Ship 6/1/2009
5473. Ropes Of Dignity 4/30/2009
5474. Blank Pages 3/10/2009
5475. Return To God 4/28/2009
5476. Chimes Of Justice 4/18/2009
5477. I Build 4/17/2009
5478. Description Of Love 3/9/2009
5479. Fantasy Has Been Like Rolling Dice 1/16/2008
5480. Medicine 10/11/2008

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

Four Seasons

Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.

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