Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,686 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2321. Awesome Lights 9/8/2010
2322. Semi-Evil 10/15/2010
2323. Tall Man With A Hat 10/15/2010
2324. Well-Respected 10/15/2010
2325. Simple Speech 10/15/2010
2326. Entering The World 10/15/2010
2327. Black Holes 10/15/2010
2328. An Air Of Delight 10/16/2010
2329. Who Am I? 10/16/2010
2330. Shimmering Silver 10/17/2010
2331. My Age 10/17/2010
2332. School On Fire 10/18/2010
2333. Skilful Doctor 10/18/2010
2334. Nomadic 10/18/2010
2335. Union 10/18/2010
2336. Superior Dwelling 10/18/2010
2337. Desperate Solutions 10/20/2010
2338. Freedom Forming 10/20/2010
2339. Internally 10/20/2010
2340. Funerals 10/21/2010
2341. Wilting And Weak 10/21/2010
2342. Murky Matters 10/21/2010
2343. Blissfully Cool 10/21/2010
2344. Washed Animals 10/22/2010
2345. The Tub Of Water 10/22/2010
2346. Marching One 8/9/2010
2347. Dangers Pass 9/9/2010
2348. Seek An Adventure 9/10/2010
2349. Toy Face 10/22/2010
2350. Ungovernable In Her Arms 10/22/2010
2351. The Ghost Along The Tapestry 10/22/2010
2352. Disastrous Mountain 10/26/2010
2353. Story Of Drowning Family 10/26/2010
2354. Judge Distance 10/26/2010
2355. Winds Retire 10/26/2010
2356. Stupid Man 10/26/2010
2357. Crossbow 10/26/2010
2358. Drawing-Room 10/26/2010
2359. Poor Lady 10/27/2010
2360. Living Well 10/27/2010

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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