Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,219 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1041. By The Wise 6/20/2009
1042. Songs To Sing 6/20/2009
1043. Under The Sun 6/21/2009
1044. Use A Thought 6/22/2009
1045. Mathematical Reasons 6/22/2009
1046. All The Faith 6/22/2009
1047. Better Men 6/22/2009
1048. Proper Prayer 6/22/2009
1049. Belief Of The Heart 6/22/2009
1050. A Stride 6/23/2009
1051. My Dreaming 6/23/2009
1052. Hated And Loved 6/23/2009
1053. Caged 6/23/2009
1054. Adored 6/23/2009
1055. A Cricket Ball 6/23/2009
1056. The Paths 6/23/2009
1057. Successful 6/23/2009
1058. To Be Thinker 6/23/2009
1059. Angel Of Death 6/24/2009
1060. What We See 6/24/2009
1061. Stuff Of Disease 6/24/2009
1062. Gold 6/24/2009
1063. Menacing Weapon 6/24/2009
1064. Survival 6/24/2009
1065. To Be Forced 6/25/2009
1066. Lies And More Lies 6/25/2009
1067. Day And Night 6/25/2009
1068. Criminal System 6/25/2009
1069. Conquering Ghost 6/26/2009
1070. A Ball 6/26/2009
1071. Hold Me In Light 6/29/2009
1072. Innocence Is Trusted 6/29/2009
1073. Open In A Worry 6/29/2009
1074. Guilt 6/29/2009
1075. The World’s Remains 6/29/2009
1076. My Life 6/30/2009
1077. Harmful Cigar 7/1/2009
1078. Learn To Express 4/30/2009
1079. Heavenly Pain 4/30/2009
1080. Young World 6/6/2009

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

Four Seasons

Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.

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