Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,223 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2121. Superior Dwelling 10/18/2010
2122. Desperate Solutions 10/20/2010
2123. Freedom Forming 10/20/2010
2124. Internally 10/20/2010
2125. Funerals 10/21/2010
2126. Wilting And Weak 10/21/2010
2127. Murky Matters 10/21/2010
2128. Blissfully Cool 10/21/2010
2129. Washed Animals 10/22/2010
2130. The Tub Of Water 10/22/2010
2131. Marching One 8/9/2010
2132. Dangers Pass 9/9/2010
2133. Seek An Adventure 9/10/2010
2134. Toy Face 10/22/2010
2135. Ungovernable In Her Arms 10/22/2010
2136. The Ghost Along The Tapestry 10/22/2010
2137. Disastrous Mountain 10/26/2010
2138. Story Of Drowning Family 10/26/2010
2139. Judge Distance 10/26/2010
2140. Winds Retire 10/26/2010
2141. Stupid Man 10/26/2010
2142. Crossbow 10/26/2010
2143. Drawing-Room 10/26/2010
2144. Poor Lady 10/27/2010
2145. Living Well 10/27/2010
2146. Scraping 10/27/2010
2147. Angry Ache 10/27/2010
2148. Just A Rock 10/27/2010
2149. The Wrong Brush 10/27/2010
2150. Words Of Peace 10/27/2010
2151. Sudden Force 10/27/2010
2152. So Flamed 10/27/2010
2153. Wars Above 10/28/2010
2154. Hysteria 10/28/2010
2155. Inscriptions 10/28/2010
2156. One Can Travel 10/28/2010
2157. Marches Of The River 10/28/2010
2158. The Podium 10/28/2010
2159. The Tablets 10/28/2010
2160. Old Reading 10/29/2010

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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