Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,243 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

961. Charisma 6/1/2009
962. Quality Of Hell For The Non-Believers 6/1/2009
963. Guy Fawkes 6/2/2009
964. Feedback 6/2/2009
965. The Boer Wars 6/3/2009
966. The Boa 6/5/2009
967. Insignificance 6/6/2009
968. Sounds Of Life 6/6/2009
969. Devotion 6/6/2009
970. Labyrinth 6/6/2009
971. Charcoal 6/6/2009
972. Behaviour 6/6/2009
973. Tragic Comedy 6/6/2009
974. Suggestions 6/6/2009
975. To Quell 6/6/2009
976. The Hair 6/6/2009
977. My Physique 6/7/2009
978. Manly Talk 6/7/2009
979. Of The Apes 6/7/2009
980. Hardship 6/8/2009
981. Night 6/11/2009
982. Skills Taken 6/11/2009
983. Endless Sounds 6/11/2009
984. End The Dispute 6/11/2009
985. Senseless Prison 6/11/2009
986. Goal Of Happiness 6/11/2009
987. Never Fear 6/11/2009
988. My Time With Death 6/11/2009
989. Peaceful Warrior 6/11/2009
990. Special Love 6/11/2009
991. Polluted World 6/12/2009
992. Green World 6/12/2009
993. Gargoyle 6/12/2009
994. When Questioned 6/13/2009
995. A Sacrifice 6/13/2009
996. The Cloud 6/13/2009
997. Up In The Winds 6/13/2009
998. A Hidden Place 6/13/2009
999. Young Goals 6/14/2009
1000. Passive Breathing 6/14/2009

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

On This Earth

On this earth you are worth a world of doings and deeds,
A sidekick, a barter, a goal has been uprooted from you.
About the heavens. we time ourselves as fire and lines
Of poetry, lines of buildings and words that concern.
Who has art now that screens of blue and white are ignited?

The big bang connects me to questions and answers of time,
This earth is a door to gifts of prophecy and their glare.
Our prison reminds us, poisons us, positions us so we care

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