Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,484 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1081. Young World 6/6/2009
1082. Have Joy 6/8/2009
1083. Red Roses 6/8/2009
1084. Golden Words 6/9/2009
1085. Wear A Joke 6/9/2009
1086. Speed Thinker 6/19/2009
1087. Under The Bed 6/19/2009
1088. Try The Sword 6/19/2009
1089. This Sky Of Clouds 6/20/2009
1090. Time Of Disaster 6/20/2009
1091. The World Is Earth 6/20/2009
1092. The Higher Staff 7/2/2009
1093. Disobedient Son 7/2/2009
1094. The Hats 7/3/2009
1095. The Future 7/3/2009
1096. Equal 7/3/2009
1097. The Path To War 7/5/2009
1098. The Roads Are Built 7/6/2009
1099. I Call And Discover 7/6/2009
1100. The Day 7/6/2009
1101. Building Light 7/6/2009
1102. A Stranger 7/6/2009
1103. Threads 7/8/2009
1104. He Sees 7/8/2009
1105. Names Are Special 7/8/2009
1106. Looking For Stones 7/8/2009
1107. Amnesiac 7/9/2009
1108. Doctor Of Happiness 7/10/2009
1109. A Thief? 7/10/2009
1110. Dangerous 7/15/2009
1111. It Is Space 7/15/2009
1112. My Job 7/15/2009
1113. Suffering 7/15/2009
1114. The Rich And The Poor 7/15/2009
1115. Contemplation 7/15/2009
1116. The Final Lesson 7/16/2009
1117. The Furnace 7/16/2009
1118. Down With The Thief! 7/16/2009
1119. Times 7/17/2009
1120. Evacuation 7/19/2009

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

When I Am To Die

When I am to die my life must be born,
When I am to die my death must be bliss afterwards.
Inside the soul is some pain,
Inside the body was a gel or spirit or gem,
Like a peaceful anger, inner anguish steamed.

Where is my soul when it expires from my world?
It is my world that has been like other souls,
There it is far and near, here the suffering is complete.

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