Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,657 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

41. Strategy 6/28/2006
42. Chess And Me 6/28/2006
43. Golden Rules 6/29/2006
44. Hell And Half-Hell 6/29/2006
45. For The Forsaken One 6/29/2006
46. Innocence Is Demanding 6/29/2006
47. Visited By The Press 6/29/2006
48. Watch Out! 6/29/2006
49. Schools Of Talk 6/29/2006
50. Flags Of Every Nation 6/29/2006
51. Higher Nature 6/29/2006
52. Actual Moments 6/30/2006
53. Meeting Salaried People 6/30/2006
54. Extra Management 6/30/2006
55. Here And Thereabouts 6/30/2006
56. Knights Of Dark Desire 6/30/2006
57. Classes And Lectures 6/30/2006
58. A Man Who Despises 6/30/2006
59. Worlds Of Love And Hatred Collide 6/30/2006
60. Every Every Every Time 6/30/2006
61. Next To Me 7/1/2006
62. Stables 7/1/2006
63. Wording Is Accurate 7/6/2006
64. Full Life 7/6/2006
65. Creation 6/22/2006
66. Four Seasons 6/22/2006
67. Computer Mania 6/22/2006
68. Watersome 6/22/2006
69. Powerful Reasons 6/23/2006
70. Wonder At All 6/22/2006
71. Soldier Of Light 6/23/2006
72. Special Theories 6/23/2006
73. Heresy 6/23/2006
74. Wisdom Is Superb 6/23/2006
75. Royal Queen 6/23/2006
76. Understanding Reality 6/23/2006
77. Please Stay 6/23/2006
78. Care And Attention 6/23/2006
79. Surrender 6/23/2006
80. Prepared For Action 6/23/2006

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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