Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,271 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

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

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

Wonder At All

All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status

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