Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

5681. The English Language 9/30/2009
5682. Stages Of A Hero 10/5/2009
5683. Begotten 9/6/2009
5684. Food Circle 2/14/2014
5685. The Silver Sword 8/3/2014
5686. Beach 10/2/2013
5687. Cats Loved 10/18/2011
5688. Commerce 7/29/2010
5689. Food In The Mouth 7/20/2010
5690. Sonnet Of Happiness 1/20/2008
5691. Good Work 6/11/2009
5692. The Brown Bear 4/27/2009
5693. Many Lower Animals 12/23/2014
5694. The Animal And The Plant 8/20/2007
5695. A Couple Needs Space 7/4/2007
5696. A Book 2/6/2008
5697. Stones 5/14/2009
5698. A Blow Of Cruelty 8/7/2008
5699. Heavenly Winter 6/6/2009
5700. Homes 7/3/2009
5701. Fighting-Chance 7/8/2009
5702. Readers Of Many Words 11/10/2017
5703. Fast Cars 5/1/2009
5704. Learn My Farce 6/19/2015
5705. A Big Present 4/30/2009
5706. Living Things 7/12/2009
5707. System Collapses 6/11/2013
5708. To Slay 7/19/2013
5709. Taste Of Food 11/27/2009
5710. “ghosts Are For The Telling” 6/14/2008
5711. Huge Heart 1/8/2013
5712. 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

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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