Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,879 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

161. Forms Of People 6/24/2006
162. Flour And Salt 6/24/2006
163. Gone Away 6/24/2006
164. Up The Road 6/25/2006
165. Sunny Day 3/30/2007
166. Are You A Philosopher? 3/30/2007
167. My Last Night 3/30/2007
168. Happy 3/31/2007
169. Espionage 3/31/2007
170. Wonderful Job 3/31/2007
171. Ghostly House 7/4/2007
172. Doing It Is Good 7/4/2007
173. Contrive 7/5/2007
174. Thank You All The Time 7/5/2007
175. Fortresses 7/6/2007
176. A Real Dog 7/6/2007
177. Phone 7/11/2007
178. Big Crowd 7/12/2007
179. Sea Encounter 7/30/2007
180. Read It 7/31/2007
181. Concise Is The Plan 8/2/2007
182. Like The Flag 8/2/2007
183. Special Face 8/10/2007
184. Make The Money 8/10/2007
185. Babies 8/10/2007
186. Theatre 8/11/2007
187. Field Of Battle 8/11/2007
188. Theft Is Not Death 8/11/2007
189. Religious Family 8/12/2007
190. The Wheel 8/13/2007
191. Design A New Life 8/13/2007
192. Never Mind Books 8/18/2007
193. Ghosts Of The Deep 10/7/2007
194. Innocence Of Fellows 10/7/2007
195. Sentence Of All 10/7/2007
196. He Died 10/7/2007
197. Horizons 10/19/2007
198. Hatred 11/19/2007
199. Anthem 11/19/2007
200. Real Family 11/19/2007

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

Desire

You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.

Keys to the city are too many to see and hear,
I love the colours and I like them always here.
The birds will fly and depart once more only,
And now never return as I can certainly.

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