Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

1001. Breath 6/14/2009
1002. Water Mouth-Full 6/14/2009
1003. Fantastic Stones 6/14/2009
1004. Tower Erupted 6/14/2009
1005. Death Argues 6/14/2009
1006. Abnormal Giants 6/14/2009
1007. Helmets Donned 6/15/2009
1008. Burden On Them 6/15/2009
1009. I Wanted To Know 6/15/2009
1010. Vaster 6/15/2009
1011. Cube 6/15/2009
1012. Handshakes 6/15/2009
1013. Keys To The World 6/16/2009
1014. Strange Night 6/16/2009
1015. Our Country 6/16/2009
1016. The Family 6/16/2009
1017. To Leap In Learning 6/16/2009
1018. The City Children 6/16/2009
1019. Leader’s Words 6/16/2009
1020. Nobody Moves 6/16/2009
1021. Surprising Sun 6/16/2009
1022. The Country 6/16/2009
1023. Little Writers 6/17/2009
1024. Opening To Inhale 6/17/2009
1025. Splendid Questions 6/17/2009
1026. Safe Agency 6/17/2009
1027. Your Problems 6/18/2009
1028. A God 6/19/2009
1029. The Night Laughed 6/19/2009
1030. Resented Dreams 6/19/2009
1031. Lovely Dream 6/19/2009
1032. Father’s Wife 6/19/2009
1033. Your Gods 6/19/2009
1034. Fences 6/19/2009
1035. Barn 6/19/2009
1036. Slumber Of Old Age 6/20/2009
1037. Forefathers 6/20/2009
1038. Bereavement 6/20/2009
1039. I Am Wine 6/20/2009
1040. Full Of Rain 6/20/2009

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 The Last Day

When the rains swim towards their arrangement,
Then man will conduct his affairs with severity.

A speaker entails a whisper, through the days of
Anger and desire, like an agent of strangeness.

These are storms of sight and hearing, like the
Echoes of your kingdom residing on the sand.

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