Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

5841. Arms Of Love 3/11/2015
5842. Beautiful Courage 12/26/2013
5843. The Animals’ Status 9/20/2011
5844. Food Circle 2/14/2014
5845. The Silver Sword 8/3/2014
5846. Stages Of A Hero 10/5/2009
5847. Begotten 9/6/2009
5848. Going To The Other Side 2/8/2011
5849. Beach 10/2/2013
5850. Cats Loved 10/18/2011
5851. Commerce 7/29/2010
5852. Food In The Mouth 7/20/2010
5853. Sonnet Of Happiness 1/20/2008
5854. Good Work 6/11/2009
5855. The Brown Bear 4/27/2009
5856. Many Lower Animals 12/23/2014
5857. Stones 5/14/2009
5858. Homes 7/3/2009
5859. Fighting-Chance 7/8/2009
5860. Heavenly Winter 6/6/2009
5861. A Couple Needs Space 7/4/2007
5862. A Blow Of Cruelty 8/7/2008
5863. A Book 2/6/2008
5864. Readers Of Many Words 11/10/2017
5865. Fast Cars 5/1/2009
5866. Living Things 7/12/2009
5867. The Animal And The Plant 8/20/2007
5868. Learn My Farce 6/19/2015
5869. A Big Present 4/30/2009
5870. System Collapses 6/11/2013
5871. To Slay 7/19/2013
5872. Taste Of Food 11/27/2009
5873. “ghosts Are For The Telling” 6/14/2008
5874. Huge Heart 1/8/2013
5875. 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

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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