Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,330 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2321. In This City 4/7/2011
2322. Strong Arms 4/9/2011
2323. Talkers 4/10/2011
2324. The Winning Combination 4/10/2011
2325. Sea Of Land 4/10/2011
2326. Your Wisdom 4/11/2011
2327. Fixed Work 4/11/2011
2328. We Grow And We Die 4/11/2011
2329. Catch The Man 4/11/2011
2330. The Glory 4/12/2011
2331. Old Age 4/12/2011
2332. Burden 4/12/2011
2333. Poetry Speaks To Me 4/14/2011
2334. In Ideas You Are Angry 4/14/2011
2335. Some Who Care 4/16/2011
2336. The Birth Of Food 4/16/2011
2337. Anecdote 4/16/2011
2338. Perhaps Petals 4/16/2011
2339. Rich Pursuit 4/16/2011
2340. Gold Pieces 4/16/2011
2341. He Is The Culprit! 4/16/2011
2342. With Concussion Is His Fire 4/16/2011
2343. A Burn 4/16/2011
2344. Status Of Twins 4/17/2011
2345. Exceptional Men 4/17/2011
2346. Scurrilous Talk 4/17/2011
2347. Nature’s Feelings 4/17/2011
2348. Heavenly Valley 4/17/2011
2349. Glad Times 4/19/2011
2350. Leave The Body 4/20/2011
2351. And You Know The Time 4/20/2011
2352. Harmonious Soul 4/20/2011
2353. The Path So Straight 1/25/2011
2354. My Heart 1/27/2011
2355. A Duty 1/27/2011
2356. Food To Cook 1/27/2011
2357. The Spirits 1/27/2011
2358. Sleep Of Peace 1/29/2011
2359. Two Innocent Men 1/31/2011
2360. Pleasant Heart 1/31/2011

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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