Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,525 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1481. My Country 1/19/2010
1482. My Response To It 1/19/2010
1483. Floating Clouds 1/20/2010
1484. In The Middle Of Crime 1/22/2010
1485. Successful Mind 1/24/2010
1486. My Actions Speak 1/25/2010
1487. Lonely 1/26/2010
1488. Never Pain 1/26/2010
1489. Wounded Dragon 1/26/2010
1490. I Am Wearied 1/26/2010
1491. Sages Of War 1/26/2010
1492. Religions 1/27/2010
1493. Crying Day 1/30/2010
1494. Falling Into Space 1/30/2010
1495. Joking 1/30/2010
1496. A Marriage On Earth 1/31/2010
1497. Days Old 12/22/2009
1498. To Dine 12/22/2009
1499. A Man And A Woman Cry 12/22/2009
1500. June And July 12/22/2009
1501. Good Deeds 12/23/2009
1502. Dark Light 1/7/2010
1503. Seen Him? 1/8/2010
1504. The Problem 1/10/2010
1505. Inside Us 1/11/2010
1506. Ghostly Plateau 1/11/2010
1507. Catch Him! 2/2/2010
1508. A Ball’s Flight 2/2/2010
1509. Ink 2/2/2010
1510. I Paint The Picture 2/2/2010
1511. My Habits 2/2/2010
1512. The Hammer And The Fortress 2/2/2010
1513. Exploration 2/2/2010
1514. The Burning Forest 2/2/2010
1515. Life Itself 2/3/2010
1516. Poor Book 2/6/2010
1517. Co-Existence 2/6/2010
1518. Reason 2/6/2010
1519. Near Him 2/6/2010
1520. Super-Rich 2/6/2010

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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