Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,632 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5761. My Neatness 12/15/2010
5762. My Art 3/5/2015
5763. Animal Men 7/16/2008
5764. Tears In The Sleep 2/6/2008
5765. Glamorous Person 3/8/2015
5766. Smaller Artifice 2/25/2015
5767. Divine Freedom 2/13/2015
5768. In My City 1/8/2015
5769. A Love Has Light 3/5/2015
5770. Flowers’ Nature 7/1/2011
5771. Delicious Food 8/24/2011
5772. The Sea’s Fish 10/6/2009
5773. Cultures 3/15/2015
5774. A Person Is Thinking 10/14/2017
5775. Ice Cream 12/31/2015
5776. Run And See The Tree 4/11/2018
5777. The Wise Men Speak 2/16/2019
5778. Atoms And The Soul 9/12/2018
5779. Blood Flows 9/25/2009
5780. Angels Are Alive 11/21/2009
5781. Learning From Words 2/21/2010
5782. Danger Ahead 6/23/2010
5783. Reliance On Murder 6/10/2010
5784. Spiritual Travel 7/2/2010
5785. Big Cats 4/20/2011
5786. Becoming Rich 8/9/2010
5787. Plastic People 10/10/2008
5788. Life And Death 6/23/2006
5789. A Cry 1/18/2008
5790. Season After Season 9/21/2007
5791. Vampires Have Disappeared 1/16/2008
5792. A Blast 2/1/2009
5793. Prizes 2/11/2009
5794. My Soul 4/17/2009
5795. Fire 5/16/2009
5796. Tunnel Of Wind 5/2/2009
5797. I Saw You 7/4/2009
5798. The Good Soul 6/8/2009
5799. Time 8/19/2009
5800. Maker Of Horror 8/18/2009

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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