Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,831 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1961. Rustle 8/16/2010
1962. The Reign 8/16/2010
1963. The Love Of Cities 8/16/2010
1964. I Am Alone 8/16/2010
1965. Had Surgery 8/16/2010
1966. Release Me 8/17/2010
1967. Massive Bursts 8/17/2010
1968. Boats 7/23/2006
1969. Demolished Person 8/19/2010
1970. Dehydrated 8/19/2010
1971. Man 8/2/2006
1972. Royal Accent 8/2/2006
1973. Avenues 8/20/2010
1974. Virtuous 8/21/2010
1975. Inspiration 8/21/2010
1976. To Pound Into Salt 8/21/2010
1977. Many Suns 8/21/2010
1978. Liking Colours 8/21/2010
1979. Stretches 8/22/2010
1980. Ceremonies 8/22/2010
1981. No Eyes 8/22/2010
1982. A Sob 8/22/2010
1983. Wise Brain 8/23/2010
1984. This Creation 8/23/2010
1985. The Decades 8/23/2010
1986. O Student 8/23/2010
1987. Never Be Lonely 9/16/2010
1988. Desperate Flowers 9/16/2010
1989. Simple Like Grass 9/17/2010
1990. Misleading Ways 9/17/2010
1991. Important Birds 9/17/2010
1992. My Child 9/17/2010
1993. Simple Enemy 9/17/2010
1994. I Am Wondering 9/18/2010
1995. Mortals And Immortals 9/18/2010
1996. Light At Play 9/18/2010
1997. A Human Jump 9/18/2010
1998. Wisdom Itself 9/18/2010
1999. Sea Parting 9/18/2010
2000. Understand My Religion 9/19/2010

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

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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