Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,547 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1241. My Living And Dying 9/15/2009
1242. County Court 9/15/2009
1243. Seize Him 9/15/2009
1244. Colloquialism 9/16/2009
1245. Diagonal Line 9/16/2009
1246. The Kaiser’s Government 9/7/2009
1247. Feel Sorry 9/7/2009
1248. Sin Of Man 9/7/2009
1249. Gang Of Peace 9/19/2009
1250. Commander-In-Chief 9/19/2009
1251. The Room Of Clocks 9/19/2009
1252. My Perfumer 9/21/2009
1253. Colourful Dreams 9/21/2009
1254. Felons And Talons 9/21/2009
1255. Flowering 9/22/2009
1256. The Moment Of Truth 9/22/2009
1257. The Sin Of The Land 9/24/2009
1258. Answerable To Lying 9/24/2009
1259. Natural Disaster 9/25/2009
1260. Purchasing Power 9/25/2009
1261. A Splendid World 9/27/2009
1262. Beneficial 9/28/2009
1263. An Excellent Man 9/28/2009
1264. The Battling Of A Nation 9/30/2009
1265. Memories Of Youth 9/30/2009
1266. Seeing My Acting 9/30/2009
1267. She Shrieked Outside 9/30/2009
1268. Wearing A Shirt 9/30/2009
1269. Infinite Nightmares 9/30/2009
1270. Ill Humour 9/30/2009
1271. To Abhor The War 10/1/2009
1272. Books Of A Reader And Drinker 9/28/2009
1273. Happy Health 9/28/2009
1274. My Ache 9/29/2009
1275. Seas Of Words 9/30/2009
1276. A Distressing Bedtime 10/1/2009
1277. Perils On Skin 10/1/2009
1278. To Combat 10/1/2009
1279. Wrestling A Foe 10/1/2009
1280. Don’t Disturb 10/1/2009

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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