Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,330 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1401. The Wonderful World 12/13/2009
1402. Miraculous Light 12/13/2009
1403. Apple Tree 12/13/2009
1404. Rich Space 12/13/2009
1405. My Baby 12/13/2009
1406. The Showers 12/13/2009
1407. Mere Phantasy 12/13/2009
1408. Small Conversation 12/14/2009
1409. Passionate Time 12/14/2009
1410. The Bullet 12/14/2009
1411. A Glittering Star 12/14/2009
1412. Sweet Dreams 12/14/2009
1413. Years Gone 12/17/2009
1414. Earth’s Story 11/21/2009
1415. Experiments In The Rain 11/21/2009
1416. Diverse Dawn 11/22/2009
1417. Lands Unknown 11/23/2009
1418. Return To Youth 12/1/2009
1419. Finger 12/1/2009
1420. Papers 12/1/2009
1421. Sunlight 12/1/2009
1422. Happy Me 12/1/2009
1423. Save Their Flesh 12/4/2009
1424. Next Day 12/6/2009
1425. Until Death 12/6/2009
1426. Naming A Few Men 12/6/2009
1427. To Bake One Cake 12/6/2009
1428. Sober Month 12/18/2009
1429. Never Land 12/18/2009
1430. Receive Love 12/18/2009
1431. Difficult Terrain 12/18/2009
1432. The Life Of Wishes 12/21/2009
1433. The Chamber Of Hell 12/21/2009
1434. Five Creatures In The Sky 12/21/2009
1435. Heavy Tree 12/21/2009
1436. A Life So Great 12/22/2009
1437. Fast Winds 12/22/2009
1438. Charactered Nature 12/22/2009
1439. To Shoot 12/22/2009
1440. Fearless One 12/24/2009

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

Desire

You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.

Keys to the city are too many to see and hear,
I love the colours and I like them always here.
The birds will fly and depart once more only,
And now never return as I can certainly.

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