Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

2361. Noticing An Accident 2/2/2011
2362. Graveness 2/2/2011
2363. Aflame 10/23/2010
2364. My Soul’s Possessions 10/23/2010
2365. Furore 10/23/2010
2366. Words, Words, Words 2/5/2011
2367. The Thought Is Made 2/5/2011
2368. A Championship For Him 4/21/2011
2369. Run To Death 4/21/2011
2370. Splendid Crown 4/21/2011
2371. Ghost Revisited 4/21/2011
2372. Fair Rains 4/24/2011
2373. Do Not Hate 4/24/2011
2374. Writing? 4/25/2011
2375. She Loves 4/25/2011
2376. Defending The Lady 4/25/2011
2377. The Soul 4/25/2011
2378. Precious Me 4/26/2011
2379. Always Silent 4/26/2011
2380. Married To A Doctor 4/26/2011
2381. With Unhappy Pain 4/26/2011
2382. Nearer To Trees 4/27/2011
2383. Thousand Bullets 4/27/2011
2384. Better Knowledge 4/27/2011
2385. Biggest Work 4/27/2011
2386. I Love Tranquillity 4/27/2011
2387. The Author And The Witch 4/27/2011
2388. Mortified 4/28/2011
2389. Forbearance 4/28/2011
2390. Children And Adults 4/28/2011
2391. You Sit There 4/28/2011
2392. On The Way 4/28/2011
2393. Future Claim 4/29/2011
2394. Blood-Thirst 4/29/2011
2395. Overwhelming Dresses 4/29/2011
2396. I Am In Wealth 4/30/2011
2397. Brilliant Love 4/30/2011
2398. A Charming Introduction 4/30/2011
2399. A Speech You Made 4/30/2011
2400. Pinball 4/30/2011

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

Desire

You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.

Keys to the city are too many to see and hear,
I love the colours and I like them always here.
The birds will fly and depart once more only,
And now never return as I can certainly.

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