Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,549 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2361. Leave The Body 4/20/2011
2362. And You Know The Time 4/20/2011
2363. Harmonious Soul 4/20/2011
2364. A Championship For Him 4/21/2011
2365. Run To Death 4/21/2011
2366. Splendid Crown 4/21/2011
2367. Ghost Revisited 4/21/2011
2368. Fair Rains 4/24/2011
2369. Do Not Hate 4/24/2011
2370. Writing? 4/25/2011
2371. She Loves 4/25/2011
2372. Defending The Lady 4/25/2011
2373. The Soul 4/25/2011
2374. Precious Me 4/26/2011
2375. Always Silent 4/26/2011
2376. Married To A Doctor 4/26/2011
2377. With Unhappy Pain 4/26/2011
2378. Nearer To Trees 4/27/2011
2379. Thousand Bullets 4/27/2011
2380. Better Knowledge 4/27/2011
2381. Biggest Work 4/27/2011
2382. I Love Tranquillity 4/27/2011
2383. The Author And The Witch 4/27/2011
2384. Mortified 4/28/2011
2385. Forbearance 4/28/2011
2386. Children And Adults 4/28/2011
2387. You Sit There 4/28/2011
2388. On The Way 4/28/2011
2389. Future Claim 4/29/2011
2390. Blood-Thirst 4/29/2011
2391. Overwhelming Dresses 4/29/2011
2392. I Am In Wealth 4/30/2011
2393. Brilliant Love 4/30/2011
2394. A Charming Introduction 4/30/2011
2395. A Speech You Made 4/30/2011
2396. Pinball 4/30/2011
2397. Scholarship Is Poor 4/30/2011
2398. Her Name 4/30/2011
2399. Desert Of Mills 4/30/2011
2400. Sky Of Heaven 5/1/2011

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

Four Seasons

Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.

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