Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,484 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2201. Slippery Slopes 11/8/2010
2202. Squealing 11/8/2010
2203. Rainy Weather 11/8/2010
2204. To Be With Provisions 11/8/2010
2205. Era 11/9/2010
2206. Models 11/9/2010
2207. One Heaven 11/9/2010
2208. Who Are We? 11/9/2010
2209. Defence From A Friend 11/9/2010
2210. My Prison 11/9/2010
2211. Seeking The Truth 11/9/2010
2212. Metaphysics 11/10/2010
2213. Never In This World 11/12/2010
2214. Feeling The Season 11/12/2010
2215. A Fallow Field 11/12/2010
2216. Your Hands 11/12/2010
2217. My Love Is Far Away 11/13/2010
2218. Living House 11/13/2010
2219. Construction 11/13/2010
2220. My Love 11/13/2010
2221. We Talk 11/14/2010
2222. Diverse Reactions 11/14/2010
2223. Greater Light 11/14/2010
2224. Classical Times 11/14/2010
2225. One Eye 11/14/2010
2226. Honestly 11/15/2010
2227. Eternal Student 11/17/2010
2228. Along A Path 11/17/2010
2229. Is Like Water 11/18/2010
2230. Alarming Cake 11/18/2010
2231. Howls 11/21/2010
2232. Liking Life 11/22/2010
2233. Dropping Is Good 11/23/2010
2234. Like An Event 11/23/2010
2235. Icy Mountains 11/24/2010
2236. In The Way 11/25/2010
2237. Hardly Men 11/25/2010
2238. Up There 11/25/2010
2239. Toy Face 10/22/2010
2240. Ungovernable In Her Arms 10/22/2010

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

Creation

I am suited to innocence as much as whiteness,
And the dark skies witness behaved-ones.
Looking in my direction the sunly objects fit my eye,
Once ago I say.

Too much is known and forgiven of late,
Late work is made of love fortunately on a saying
That indicated the holiness of mine:
To see God and be a part of it.

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