Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,549 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1721. Cause Of Anxiety 6/14/2010
1722. One Paper To Sense 6/14/2010
1723. Respectability 6/14/2010
1724. My Loaf 6/15/2010
1725. Armies Of Ghosts 6/16/2010
1726. Pen With Pencil 6/16/2010
1727. Pomposity 6/16/2010
1728. Aggression 6/17/2010
1729. The Blackened Mansion 6/17/2010
1730. A Penalty For The Effects 6/17/2010
1731. A Man Of Thought 6/17/2010
1732. Suffering An Action 6/17/2010
1733. The Dead Have Awoken 6/17/2010
1734. Killing Star In Vision 6/17/2010
1735. Airs That Suppress 6/17/2010
1736. Heights 6/17/2010
1737. Toothsome 6/17/2010
1738. Religion 6/18/2010
1739. Folly And The Peace 6/18/2010
1740. Murders By The Life 6/18/2010
1741. Menacing History 6/19/2010
1742. Death Of Music 6/19/2010
1743. Words Of Some Sort 6/19/2010
1744. In Joyous Spirits 6/19/2010
1745. Armada So Vivid 6/19/2010
1746. Limp 5/21/2010
1747. Your Throat 5/21/2010
1748. Season Of Truth 5/21/2010
1749. Heartache 5/28/2010
1750. Speech Sparkles 5/29/2010
1751. Speak Now 6/1/2010
1752. Skilful 6/2/2010
1753. The Market 6/2/2010
1754. Successful Notes 6/3/2010
1755. Planets' Realm 6/5/2010
1756. Under The Heavens 6/5/2010
1757. Troublesome Names 6/5/2010
1758. An Adventure 6/7/2010
1759. Very True Friend 6/8/2010
1760. Defence Of The Seas 6/8/2010

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

We Dwell And Yearn

In these smaller moments of turning and yearning,
Where countries embark on adventure as everyone dwells,
And calculus meets trigonometry from the highest tasks,
What is the straight meaning of our worlds and words?
Why do thoughts dwell like houses of the other side?
Many forms invite their guests to dinner, invoking words
To inflame and heat the company of their right habit.
A spider will come and wake up your feelings, detach
The authors from the realities, and sin on those with

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