Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 21,286 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5521. The River 7/3/2009
5522. Stages Of A Hero 10/5/2009
5523. Food Circle 2/14/2014
5524. The Silver Sword 8/3/2014
5525. Beach 10/2/2013
5526. Cats Loved 10/18/2011
5527. Commerce 7/29/2010
5528. Food In The Mouth 7/20/2010
5529. Sonnet Of Happiness 1/20/2008
5530. Good Work 6/11/2009
5531. The Brown Bear 4/27/2009
5532. Many Lower Animals 12/23/2014
5533. The Face To The Sky 10/6/2017
5534. The English Language 9/30/2009
5535. Stones 5/14/2009
5536. A Blow Of Cruelty 8/7/2008
5537. Homes 7/3/2009
5538. Heavenly Winter 6/6/2009
5539. Fighting-Chance 7/8/2009
5540. A Book 2/6/2008
5541. A Couple Needs Space 7/4/2007
5542. Fast Cars 5/1/2009
5543. The Animal And The Plant 8/20/2007
5544. Begotten 9/6/2009
5545. Learn My Farce 6/19/2015
5546. A Big Present 4/30/2009
5547. Living Things 7/12/2009
5548. System Collapses 6/11/2013
5549. To Slay 7/19/2013
5550. Taste Of Food 11/27/2009
5551. “ghosts Are For The Telling” 6/14/2008
5552. Huge Heart 1/8/2013
5553. For Every Storm 6/29/2008
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.

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Poor Men Speak

Poverty is hideous and nevermore, its hand creeps
Into the heart of the body that you possess,
Riches bitterly combats your proclamations,
Rich men starve at the feet of their kindred,
But you are awakened by the songs of the birds,
As poetry says power is better than poverty.

Your throat is hunting the words for a poor man,
His rich life vanished, forced by chances and gambling,

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