Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,330 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

761. Gods And Tragedy 3/1/2009
762. In Love 3/1/2009
763. Awesome Life 3/1/2009
764. The Cave 3/3/2009
765. Gates Of Steel 3/3/2009
766. Giving Away 3/3/2009
767. Fading Into Space 3/3/2009
768. Catching Thieves 3/3/2009
769. Forward Is The March 3/4/2009
770. Users 3/4/2009
771. Deep Fish 3/4/2009
772. Brothers In A Garden 3/5/2009
773. The Wrong World 3/5/2009
774. Return Of A Man 3/6/2009
775. The Pirate Cares 3/6/2009
776. Study On The Desk 3/6/2009
777. Go To Work! 3/6/2009
778. Flight Fades 3/7/2009
779. Toys Bring Joy 3/15/2009
780. Conditions Of Luxury 3/15/2009
781. Stones Of Death 3/16/2009
782. Blessed Cats And Dogs 3/16/2009
783. Fruit 3/17/2009
784. Priesthood 3/17/2009
785. Homage 3/17/2009
786. Riot 3/17/2009
787. Up In The Skies 3/17/2009
788. Leading The Men 3/18/2009
789. Honey 3/18/2009
790. The Year 3/18/2009
791. Sage 3/21/2009
792. Barbarian 3/21/2009
793. The Century Is To Trust 3/21/2009
794. Gates To Atrocity 3/22/2009
795. Message Of The Past 3/22/2009
796. To Stay Put 3/22/2009
797. Your Religion 4/3/2009
798. Strict Dangers 4/3/2009
799. Winds Blowing 4/3/2009
800. Some Love 4/3/2009

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

Desire

You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.

Keys to the city are too many to see and hear,
I love the colours and I like them always here.
The birds will fly and depart once more only,
And now never return as I can certainly.

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