Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,473 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1521. My Gold 2/7/2010
1522. Open The Gates Of Happiness 2/7/2010
1523. Good Luck 2/7/2010
1524. Knowledge From Heaven 2/8/2010
1525. Heaven’s Bed 2/8/2010
1526. Soldiery 2/8/2010
1527. Create The Life 2/8/2010
1528. Tavern Lit By Lamps 2/9/2010
1529. Death Of A Man 2/9/2010
1530. On The Bed Of The Sea 2/9/2010
1531. Vulgar 2/3/2010
1532. Daggered 2/4/2010
1533. Painful Competition 2/4/2010
1534. Fire To Fight 2/4/2010
1535. To Astonish 2/4/2010
1536. House Of Space 2/5/2010
1537. Time Is Night 2/10/2010
1538. Your Sight 2/10/2010
1539. Words Of The Sea 2/10/2010
1540. Justice Is One Place 2/10/2010
1541. Character 2/11/2010
1542. Dangerous Crime 2/11/2010
1543. Win 2/11/2010
1544. At One 2/12/2010
1545. Your Words 2/12/2010
1546. The Grave 2/12/2010
1547. Very Lost 2/12/2010
1548. Nobody But Me 2/12/2010
1549. Journey Into The Stars 2/13/2010
1550. Staring Head 2/13/2010
1551. My Love Of God 2/13/2010
1552. The Master Of Judgement Day 2/13/2010
1553. Tome Unopened 2/17/2010
1554. One Shark 2/17/2010
1555. Bugs On Our Skin 2/17/2010
1556. Bridge Of Triumph 2/17/2010
1557. Law Of War 2/17/2010
1558. Imprisoned 2/18/2010
1559. Regained Tonight 2/18/2010
1560. Inside Me 2/18/2010

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

My Guests Were Late

I reached up to face the clock of time,
My guests were too late and I did frown.
I kept searching for words to elate,
Those friends considered the motions of stars.
It was patient of them to steal the sleep,
My odds and ends seemed bitter in comparison.
I reached up to no longer care,
I struck the bed from too many words.

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