Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

1201. Studying 8/18/2009
1202. Tropical Trees 8/18/2009
1203. Principles Of Magic 8/22/2009
1204. A Line 8/22/2009
1205. Frowning Big Man 8/22/2009
1206. Fierce Storms 8/23/2009
1207. Forgive Me 8/25/2009
1208. Sections Of A Book 8/29/2009
1209. Desks 8/29/2009
1210. Be Love 8/29/2009
1211. Only My Wealth 8/29/2009
1212. An Appellation 8/30/2009
1213. Barmbrack 8/30/2009
1214. The Conscript 8/30/2009
1215. Blotch 8/30/2009
1216. Nearer 8/31/2009
1217. Tender 8/31/2009
1218. Important Elf 9/2/2009
1219. Bloodbath 9/2/2009
1220. He Created Me 9/2/2009
1221. Guide Me 9/2/2009
1222. Healing 9/2/2009
1223. Worrisome 9/2/2009
1224. Straight Road 9/2/2009
1225. This Prison 9/2/2009
1226. Your Food 9/4/2009
1227. Cancellation 9/5/2009
1228. Wicked War 9/6/2009
1229. The Constant 9/8/2009
1230. Ornamental Art 9/10/2009
1231. Laureate 9/10/2009
1232. A Bodyguard 9/10/2009
1233. Ignore Them 9/10/2009
1234. Alcove 9/10/2009
1235. The Whole Show 9/11/2009
1236. Forbidden Laws 9/11/2009
1237. Formula 9/13/2009
1238. Needing A Break 9/13/2009
1239. Appetite 9/14/2009
1240. My Bayonet 9/15/2009

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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