Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,243 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1361. Lost In Love 11/3/2009
1362. Mind In Circles 11/3/2009
1363. Sculpture 11/5/2009
1364. Tables Turned 11/6/2009
1365. Acting Dead 11/6/2009
1366. Mere Mortals 11/9/2009
1367. Flowers Bloom Like People 11/9/2009
1368. Softly Singing 11/11/2009
1369. Face Of The Sea 11/14/2009
1370. Pureness Of Stars 11/14/2009
1371. Your Heart Matters 11/14/2009
1372. My Loves 11/16/2009
1373. Love Needs 11/16/2009
1374. My Innocence 11/17/2009
1375. Overcome It 11/18/2009
1376. Silent Words 11/19/2009
1377. Do Not Die 11/20/2009
1378. Worthy Book 11/4/2009
1379. The Task Of Gardening 11/4/2009
1380. Burden From Thinking 11/20/2009
1381. Earth’s Story 11/21/2009
1382. Experiments In The Rain 11/21/2009
1383. Diverse Dawn 11/22/2009
1384. Lands Unknown 11/23/2009
1385. Winds Blow Into My Face 11/23/2009
1386. An Act 11/23/2009
1387. Your Children 11/24/2009
1388. Nourish The Soul 11/24/2009
1389. My Sun 11/25/2009
1390. Honour In Speech 11/25/2009
1391. A Path 11/25/2009
1392. Charm Us 11/26/2009
1393. To Sing 12/8/2009
1394. The Son 12/8/2009
1395. False Tales 12/8/2009
1396. Looting 12/8/2009
1397. One Time 12/8/2009
1398. Sweetness Of Life 12/8/2009
1399. Pursue 12/8/2009
1400. Supremeness 12/8/2009

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

On This Earth

On this earth you are worth a world of doings and deeds,
A sidekick, a barter, a goal has been uprooted from you.
About the heavens. we time ourselves as fire and lines
Of poetry, lines of buildings and words that concern.
Who has art now that screens of blue and white are ignited?

The big bang connects me to questions and answers of time,
This earth is a door to gifts of prophecy and their glare.
Our prison reminds us, poisons us, positions us so we care

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