Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,271 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

521. Eating Animals 7/3/2008
522. Theatricality 7/4/2008
523. Go Ahead 7/4/2008
524. His Face 7/4/2008
525. To Climb 7/6/2008
526. Gates Of Riches 7/6/2008
527. Men Of The Wind 7/6/2008
528. Roadways 7/7/2008
529. I Love My Hospital 7/7/2008
530. My Knife 7/7/2008
531. Fire Or Happiness? 7/8/2008
532. Going Is Not Staying 7/9/2008
533. Gas? 7/9/2008
534. Monastery 7/12/2008
535. Colours Of The Night 7/12/2008
536. A Gun 6/25/2008
537. A Nation Must Stand Firm 6/25/2008
538. Cruel Sky 6/29/2008
539. Monster Man 6/30/2008
540. Bouncing 6/30/2008
541. Display 6/30/2008
542. Night With Darkness 7/13/2008
543. So Much Money 7/13/2008
544. My Life Needs Love 7/13/2008
545. A Cruel Fortune 7/13/2008
546. It Comes Secondhand 7/13/2008
547. Extra-Terrestrial Ghosts 7/16/2008
548. Our Souls Are Safe 7/16/2008
549. Sad Death 7/16/2008
550. Hats Are Heights 7/16/2008
551. Sages 7/16/2008
552. Ghoul’s Gold 7/16/2008
553. Dangerous Ape 7/16/2008
554. My Recipe 7/16/2008
555. Normal Men Now Knowing 7/19/2008
556. A Banshee Has Arrived 7/19/2008
557. Doctor And Tools 7/19/2008
558. The Dragon And Dwarf 7/21/2008
559. Fuel For Life 7/21/2008
560. The Moon 7/23/2008

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

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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