Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,487 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1801. A Horse To Outrun 6/29/2010
1802. Organized Force 6/29/2010
1803. The Place Is Consecrated 6/30/2010
1804. Thrilled By The Cold 6/30/2010
1805. Now Sleep 6/30/2010
1806. Bazaar Of Balloons 6/30/2010
1807. Thinking Of Wealth 6/30/2010
1808. Germ-Free 6/30/2010
1809. Sin To Astound 6/30/2010
1810. Do Not Reproach 6/30/2010
1811. Beautiful And Lovely 6/30/2010
1812. Sea’s Soul 6/30/2010
1813. Hilltops 6/30/2010
1814. Underneath Is A Monster 6/30/2010
1815. Rest Is Leisure 7/1/2010
1816. Love These Laws 7/1/2010
1817. Hearts Of Men 7/1/2010
1818. Angelic Prayer 7/1/2010
1819. In The Cold 7/1/2010
1820. Danger To Erupt 7/1/2010
1821. Hiding From The Family 7/1/2010
1822. Irreverent Conversations 7/1/2010
1823. The Nation’s Man 7/1/2010
1824. Removal 7/1/2010
1825. Words Dressed 7/1/2010
1826. Shaped 7/1/2010
1827. Hysterical 7/2/2010
1828. Great Space 7/2/2010
1829. From Death 7/2/2010
1830. We Are Generous 7/2/2010
1831. You Are Born 7/2/2010
1832. This Is The Place 7/2/2010
1833. A Century Of Events 6/20/2010
1834. Hoisting 6/20/2010
1835. Their Enemies 6/20/2010
1836. When Astray 6/20/2010
1837. To Marvel 6/21/2010
1838. The Years Gone By 6/21/2010
1839. Mortals 6/21/2010
1840. Legends 6/22/2010

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

Wonder At All

All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status

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