Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,222 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

801. My Recipe 7/16/2008
802. Normal Men Now Knowing 7/19/2008
803. A Banshee Has Arrived 7/19/2008
804. Doctor And Tools 7/19/2008
805. The Dragon And Dwarf 7/21/2008
806. Fuel For Life 7/21/2008
807. The Moon 7/23/2008
808. Gates Of Royalty 7/23/2008
809. Flight To The Moon 7/24/2008
810. Demand 7/25/2008
811. My Virtues 7/27/2008
812. I Am The Doctor 7/27/2008
813. Gift Of Knowledge 7/28/2008
814. Mind Of A Genius 7/28/2008
815. Find One Solution 7/29/2008
816. Manly Matter 7/29/2008
817. The Sea I Drive 7/29/2008
818. The World That Lies 7/30/2008
819. Very Friendly Computer 7/30/2008
820. In A City 7/30/2008
821. Afar 7/30/2008
822. Goats And Bread 7/31/2008
823. Called Music 7/31/2008
824. Light Does Matter 7/31/2008
825. With Eyes I Cry 7/31/2008
826. Most Attachment 7/31/2008
827. A Life Of Another 8/1/2008
828. Snowy Plain 8/1/2008
829. Upon The Mountain 8/3/2008
830. To Make Money 8/3/2008
831. My Blade And Yours 8/3/2008
832. The Apocalypse 8/3/2008
833. A Sea-Disease 8/3/2008
834. Astonishing Travels 8/4/2008
835. They Are Knowing 8/5/2008
836. Marching In Numbers 8/6/2008
837. Unceasing Rain 8/6/2008
838. Walking Tables 8/7/2008
839. They Cannot See 8/7/2008
840. Windows 10/13/2008

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

Four Seasons

Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.

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