Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,154 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1161. Right Work 8/11/2009
1162. Big Speech 8/11/2009
1163. My Dying Heart 8/11/2009
1164. A Void 8/11/2009
1165. Falling From Heaven 8/11/2009
1166. Hidden Lamp 8/11/2009
1167. Face The Truth 8/11/2009
1168. He Killed Me 8/13/2009
1169. Requests 8/14/2009
1170. Ghost-Cycle 8/14/2009
1171. Golden 8/18/2009
1172. Satan 8/18/2009
1173. Ghoulishness 8/18/2009
1174. Summer-Time 7/30/2009
1175. Symbolic 7/30/2009
1176. Opening Our Doors 8/3/2009
1177. Explain The Disasters 8/4/2009
1178. Bright Year 8/4/2009
1179. Passed Away 8/5/2009
1180. Mine Only 8/5/2009
1181. Two Men On Fire 8/5/2009
1182. Air Of The Forest 8/6/2009
1183. The Streets 8/8/2009
1184. The Dawn 8/8/2009
1185. I Am True 8/9/2009
1186. Painful 8/18/2009
1187. Dark And Gloomy 8/18/2009
1188. Musical Performance 8/18/2009
1189. Wind Outside 8/19/2009
1190. Doctor’s Knowledge 8/19/2009
1191. Fearful Of You 8/19/2009
1192. I Say Thanks 8/19/2009
1193. I See Everything 8/19/2009
1194. My Religion 8/19/2009
1195. Greedy 8/20/2009
1196. When I Dream 8/20/2009
1197. Love So Certain 8/20/2009
1198. Lucky Sin 8/20/2009
1199. Speed Of The River 8/21/2009
1200. Seafood 8/18/2009

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

Creation

I am suited to innocence as much as whiteness,
And the dark skies witness behaved-ones.
Looking in my direction the sunly objects fit my eye,
Once ago I say.

Too much is known and forgiven of late,
Late work is made of love fortunately on a saying
That indicated the holiness of mine:
To see God and be a part of it.

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