Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,124 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5681. Beach 10/2/2013
5682. Cats Loved 10/18/2011
5683. Commerce 7/29/2010
5684. Food In The Mouth 7/20/2010
5685. Sonnet Of Happiness 1/20/2008
5686. Good Work 6/11/2009
5687. The Brown Bear 4/27/2009
5688. Many Lower Animals 12/23/2014
5689. The Animal And The Plant 8/20/2007
5690. A Couple Needs Space 7/4/2007
5691. A Book 2/6/2008
5692. Stones 5/14/2009
5693. A Blow Of Cruelty 8/7/2008
5694. Heavenly Winter 6/6/2009
5695. Homes 7/3/2009
5696. Fighting-Chance 7/8/2009
5697. Readers Of Many Words 11/10/2017
5698. Fast Cars 5/1/2009
5699. Living Things 7/12/2009
5700. Learn My Farce 6/19/2015
5701. Begotten 9/6/2009
5702. A Big Present 4/30/2009
5703. System Collapses 6/11/2013
5704. To Slay 7/19/2013
5705. Taste Of Food 11/27/2009
5706. “ghosts Are For The Telling” 6/14/2008
5707. Huge Heart 1/8/2013
5708. For Every Storm 6/29/2008

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

My Chest Is My Knowledge

My mansion is my chest and legs from the years gone by,
I grew up wanting rewards and ideas amply designed.
With questions my father understood the rhymes,
I was little, he was sadder than the rest of martyrs, who died.
How different was the beauty of the face in lights of studios!

My manliness or success listened to the eyes of my mother,
Scratched by eminence, surrendered to the pages of pleasure.
Books were books of condemnation, pride and revival,

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