Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,527 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5801. Atoms And The Soul 9/12/2018
5802. Run And See The Tree 4/11/2018
5803. Inside This Vessel 8/17/2015
5804. Ice Cream 12/31/2015
5805. Arms Of Love 3/11/2015
5806. Beautiful Courage 12/26/2013
5807. The Animals’ Status 9/20/2011
5808. The River 7/3/2009
5809. The English Language 9/30/2009
5810. Stages Of A Hero 10/5/2009
5811. Begotten 9/6/2009
5812. Food Circle 2/14/2014
5813. The Silver Sword 8/3/2014
5814. Beach 10/2/2013
5815. Cats Loved 10/18/2011
5816. Commerce 7/29/2010
5817. Food In The Mouth 7/20/2010
5818. Sonnet Of Happiness 1/20/2008
5819. Good Work 6/11/2009
5820. The Brown Bear 4/27/2009
5821. Many Lower Animals 12/23/2014
5822. The Animal And The Plant 8/20/2007
5823. Delicious Food 8/24/2011
5824. A Couple Needs Space 7/4/2007
5825. A Book 2/6/2008
5826. Stones 5/14/2009
5827. A Blow Of Cruelty 8/7/2008
5828. Homes 7/3/2009
5829. Heavenly Winter 6/6/2009
5830. Fighting-Chance 7/8/2009
5831. Readers Of Many Words 11/10/2017
5832. Fast Cars 5/1/2009
5833. Wedding-Feast Is Over 7/11/2014
5834. Living Things 7/12/2009
5835. Learn My Farce 6/19/2015
5836. A Big Present 4/30/2009
5837. System Collapses 6/11/2013
5838. To Slay 7/19/2013
5839. Taste Of Food 11/27/2009
5840. “ghosts Are For The Telling” 6/14/2008

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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