Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,966 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2161. In Awe And Fire 10/30/2010
2162. Now We Are Dangerous 10/30/2010
2163. Maths Discovery 10/30/2010
2164. Bumpy Roads In Sight 10/30/2010
2165. I Often Wish 10/31/2010
2166. Your Drama 10/31/2010
2167. Through The Window 10/31/2010
2168. To The Crucifix 11/1/2010
2169. Small Flowers 11/1/2010
2170. Mother Tongue 11/1/2010
2171. Perfect Star 11/1/2010
2172. This Voice 11/2/2010
2173. Path Of Right 11/2/2010
2174. Summer Nears 11/2/2010
2175. I Want Wisdom 11/2/2010
2176. Dark Chambers 11/2/2010
2177. Triumphant Day 11/4/2010
2178. Love Matters 11/4/2010
2179. My Inventions 11/4/2010
2180. My Lovely Cloud 11/4/2010
2181. Dangers Of War 11/5/2010
2182. More Betrayal 11/5/2010
2183. Interrogate It! 11/5/2010
2184. Speak Dangerously 11/5/2010
2185. Minor Action 11/5/2010
2186. Your Shield 11/5/2010
2187. Enter The Fire 11/5/2010
2188. Camps Of War 11/5/2010
2189. To Know 11/5/2010
2190. Offer Me Praise 11/5/2010
2191. In Battle 11/5/2010
2192. Same Weapons 11/5/2010
2193. I Have Cried 11/5/2010
2194. Different Names 11/6/2010
2195. Pace The Beach 11/6/2010
2196. Sails Flapped 11/6/2010
2197. Forest Of Berries 11/8/2010
2198. Policy 11/8/2010
2199. Maze Of Power 11/8/2010
2200. Slippery Slopes 11/8/2010

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

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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