Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,730 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

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

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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