Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,573 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1521. Satanic News 10/22/2009
1522. This World 10/23/2009
1523. Jumping To Heaven 10/24/2009
1524. A Prophet’s Zeal 10/24/2009
1525. Thoughts 10/24/2009
1526. A Monster 10/25/2009
1527. Nomadic Tribes 10/25/2009
1528. Ceremonious 10/25/2009
1529. Devastation 10/26/2009
1530. The Word “wisdom” 10/27/2009
1531. An Intention 10/28/2009
1532. Planetary 10/29/2009
1533. Your Death 10/29/2009
1534. Not Named 10/29/2009
1535. We Find Her There 10/30/2009
1536. Lord’s Facility 10/30/2009
1537. Philosophy In My Mind 10/30/2009
1538. Postulate 10/30/2009
1539. Sentience 10/31/2009
1540. One Astronomer 10/31/2009
1541. The Laws 10/31/2009
1542. Sculpture 11/5/2009
1543. Tables Turned 11/6/2009
1544. Acting Dead 11/6/2009
1545. Mere Mortals 11/9/2009
1546. Flowers Bloom Like People 11/9/2009
1547. Softly Singing 11/11/2009
1548. Face Of The Sea 11/14/2009
1549. Pureness Of Stars 11/14/2009
1550. Your Heart Matters 11/14/2009
1551. My Loves 11/16/2009
1552. Love Needs 11/16/2009
1553. My Innocence 11/17/2009
1554. Overcome It 11/18/2009
1555. Silent Words 11/19/2009
1556. Do Not Die 11/20/2009
1557. Lost In Love 11/3/2009
1558. Mind In Circles 11/3/2009
1559. Worthy Book 11/4/2009
1560. The Task Of Gardening 11/4/2009

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

The Love In Your Heart

The garden of love is not a garden of disease;
The garden of heaven is not the lawn of hell.

We confine the brilliant and imprison the blamed,
Both topics are discussed by the future president.

We see the woman as an agent of the people,
We've interrogated the men of understanding well enough.

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