Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,223 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5641. Stages Of A Hero 10/5/2009
5642. Begotten 9/6/2009
5643. Food Circle 2/14/2014
5644. The Silver Sword 8/3/2014
5645. Beach 10/2/2013
5646. Cats Loved 10/18/2011
5647. Commerce 7/29/2010
5648. Food In The Mouth 7/20/2010
5649. Good Work 6/11/2009
5650. The Brown Bear 4/27/2009
5651. Many Lower Animals 12/23/2014
5652. Big Cats 4/20/2011
5653. Stones 5/14/2009
5654. A Blow Of Cruelty 8/7/2008
5655. Heavenly Winter 6/6/2009
5656. Homes 7/3/2009
5657. Fighting-Chance 7/8/2009
5658. A Couple Needs Space 7/4/2007
5659. A Book 2/6/2008
5660. Readers Of Many Words 11/10/2017
5661. Fast Cars 5/1/2009
5662. Living Things 7/12/2009
5663. The Animal And The Plant 8/20/2007
5664. Learn My Farce 6/19/2015
5665. Sonnet Of Happiness 1/20/2008
5666. A Big Present 4/30/2009
5667. System Collapses 6/11/2013
5668. To Slay 7/19/2013
5669. Taste Of Food 11/27/2009
5670. “ghosts Are For The Telling” 6/14/2008
5671. Huge Heart 1/8/2013
5672. 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

In The Death Of Night

In the dead of night, a man begins his flight into darkness,
He says, "The earthy plains and the rivers of might bow down
To objects of delight, fierce winds arise, and earth is no more."

Spaces of the light, you can be him too, like Love be him;
Instead of wine that drops from a height, drain the cup of harm,
Like a delivery of sighing science so succulent and sweet.

The chemistry of the soils are abiding in a hellish land,

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