Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,997 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

641. Elevation Of Mood 12/13/2008
642. In The House 12/13/2008
643. A New Scroll 12/13/2008
644. Power Shines 12/17/2008
645. A Kick 12/17/2008
646. Eyes 12/17/2008
647. Freeman 12/17/2008
648. To The Shadows 12/17/2008
649. Sin 12/17/2008
650. Watch Your Move 12/17/2008
651. Harmonious Time 12/18/2008
652. Taming 12/18/2008
653. Entering The House 12/19/2008
654. Poltergeist 12/22/2008
655. Open The King’s Heart 12/22/2008
656. Bedlam 12/22/2008
657. Fish Fear Fishermen 12/22/2008
658. Life’s Problem 12/22/2008
659. Breezes 12/23/2008
660. God Of Misery 12/23/2008
661. Love, An Event 12/24/2008
662. Father Christmas Day 12/24/2008
663. The Heart Is Brave 1/12/2009
664. In My Heart 8/19/2008
665. Allowing Strength 8/21/2008
666. Earth Is Our Container 8/22/2008
667. A Cozy Nation 8/22/2008
668. I Shriek 8/22/2008
669. The Martyr 8/23/2008
670. Ride Of Pain 8/23/2008
671. My Friend Has Music 8/25/2008
672. Relentless Doing 8/25/2008
673. Kingdom Of The Sea 9/17/2008
674. Gods May Speak 9/17/2008
675. Beautiful Sayings 9/17/2008
676. Describing In Words 9/17/2008
677. A Hill 1/18/2009
678. A Friend 1/20/2009
679. It Is Strict 1/20/2009
680. Little Men 1/20/2009

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

The Vortex

The beauty usually surrounds us when in a paradise,
Inside the paradises there are regions of galaxies existing,
Where life is existing, plants sprout fortunately, gold escalates
In torsos and bellies, from eating of silvers and bronzes.

The coins melt, the treasures are discovered, and unhappiness
Is emitted into the heavens, with transmigration,
And a zero fat body, a hefty sum of money, and also
The slums sadly appear to find a unique playground of circular roots.

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