Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,484 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1601. My Food 2/27/2010
1602. Cardboard Prison 2/27/2010
1603. Nights And Days 2/27/2010
1604. Small Trees 2/28/2010
1605. Cure For Me 2/28/2010
1606. Climbing Is Absurd 2/28/2010
1607. Food Arrives 2/28/2010
1608. Men And Women 2/28/2010
1609. Professional Judgement 3/1/2010
1610. Chosen Books 3/3/2010
1611. Straight To Heaven 3/3/2010
1612. Den Of Demonic Dragon 3/4/2010
1613. Happy Islanders 3/4/2010
1614. Longer Noses 3/4/2010
1615. Virtue 3/4/2010
1616. Estimating Danger 3/5/2010
1617. Tall Grasses 3/5/2010
1618. Fractures Inside 3/5/2010
1619. Man Who Acts 3/8/2010
1620. A Boy Drowned 3/8/2010
1621. Empty Heart To Enter 3/8/2010
1622. The Ground 3/9/2010
1623. Kindly Hurry 3/9/2010
1624. Golden Treasure 3/10/2010
1625. Letters And Words 3/11/2010
1626. Cold And Hot 3/12/2010
1627. To Ruin 3/13/2010
1628. My Features 3/14/2010
1629. Night’s Fortune 3/15/2010
1630. Beautiful Life 3/16/2010
1631. Sauces In The Mouth 3/18/2010
1632. Rainy Days 3/18/2010
1633. Angry Wind 3/19/2010
1634. Burning Comments 3/20/2010
1635. Governing And Obedience 3/21/2010
1636. Bombing 3/23/2010
1637. Slow Death 3/23/2010
1638. My Map 3/24/2010
1639. Do Not Worship It 3/25/2010
1640. Tower And Dove 3/26/2010

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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