Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,219 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5641. Cultures 3/15/2015
5642. A Person Is Thinking 10/14/2017
5643. Ice Cream 12/31/2015
5644. Run And See The Tree 4/11/2018
5645. Phenomena 9/27/2011
5646. False Valour Of A Werewolf 9/21/2013
5647. Each Eye 7/23/2015
5648. You Keep The Sea 12/22/2014
5649. The External Poet 11/2/2015
5650. Inside This Vessel 8/17/2015
5651. Wondrous Souls 8/7/2015
5652. Sudden Walls 9/27/2015
5653. The Face To The Sky 10/6/2017
5654. Angels Are Alive 11/21/2009
5655. Blood Flows 9/25/2009
5656. Reliance On Murder 6/10/2010
5657. Danger Ahead 6/23/2010
5658. Spiritual Travel 7/2/2010
5659. Learning From Words 2/21/2010
5660. Big Cats 4/20/2011
5661. Becoming Rich 8/9/2010
5662. Life And Death 6/23/2006
5663. A Cry 1/18/2008
5664. Season After Season 9/21/2007
5665. Vampires Have Disappeared 1/16/2008
5666. A Blast 2/1/2009
5667. Prizes 2/11/2009
5668. Plastic People 10/10/2008
5669. My Soul 4/17/2009
5670. Tunnel Of Wind 5/2/2009
5671. I Saw You 7/4/2009
5672. Time 8/19/2009
5673. Maker Of Horror 8/18/2009
5674. Fire 5/16/2009
5675. The Good Soul 6/8/2009
5676. The River 7/3/2009
5677. The English Language 9/30/2009
5678. Arms Of Love 3/11/2015
5679. Beautiful Courage 12/26/2013
5680. The Animals’ Status 9/20/2011

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

On This Earth

On this earth you are worth a world of doings and deeds,
A sidekick, a barter, a goal has been uprooted from you.
About the heavens. we time ourselves as fire and lines
Of poetry, lines of buildings and words that concern.
Who has art now that screens of blue and white are ignited?

The big bang connects me to questions and answers of time,
This earth is a door to gifts of prophecy and their glare.
Our prison reminds us, poisons us, positions us so we care

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