Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,271 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5561. The Good Soul 6/8/2009
5562. The River 7/3/2009
5563. The English Language 9/30/2009
5564. Arms Of Love 3/11/2015
5565. Beautiful Courage 12/26/2013
5566. The Animals’ Status 9/20/2011
5567. Food Circle 2/14/2014
5568. The Silver Sword 8/3/2014
5569. Stages Of A Hero 10/5/2009
5570. Begotten 9/6/2009
5571. Beach 10/2/2013
5572. Cats Loved 10/18/2011
5573. Commerce 7/29/2010
5574. Food In The Mouth 7/20/2010
5575. Sonnet Of Happiness 1/20/2008
5576. Good Work 6/11/2009
5577. The Brown Bear 4/27/2009
5578. Many Lower Animals 12/23/2014
5579. The Animal And The Plant 8/20/2007
5580. A Couple Needs Space 7/4/2007
5581. A Book 2/6/2008
5582. Stones 5/14/2009
5583. A Blow Of Cruelty 8/7/2008
5584. Heavenly Winter 6/6/2009
5585. Homes 7/3/2009
5586. Fighting-Chance 7/8/2009
5587. Readers Of Many Words -new- 11/10/2017
5588. Fast Cars 5/1/2009
5589. Living Things 7/12/2009
5590. Learn My Farce 6/19/2015
5591. A Big Present 4/30/2009
5592. System Collapses 6/11/2013
5593. To Slay 7/19/2013
5594. Taste Of Food 11/27/2009
5595. “ghosts Are For The Telling” 6/14/2008
5596. Huge Heart 1/8/2013
5597. 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

Wonder At All

All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status

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