Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,632 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2361. A Championship For Him 4/21/2011
2362. Run To Death 4/21/2011
2363. Splendid Crown 4/21/2011
2364. Ghost Revisited 4/21/2011
2365. Fair Rains 4/24/2011
2366. Do Not Hate 4/24/2011
2367. Writing? 4/25/2011
2368. She Loves 4/25/2011
2369. Defending The Lady 4/25/2011
2370. The Soul 4/25/2011
2371. Precious Me 4/26/2011
2372. Always Silent 4/26/2011
2373. Married To A Doctor 4/26/2011
2374. With Unhappy Pain 4/26/2011
2375. Nearer To Trees 4/27/2011
2376. Thousand Bullets 4/27/2011
2377. Better Knowledge 4/27/2011
2378. Biggest Work 4/27/2011
2379. I Love Tranquillity 4/27/2011
2380. Aflame 10/23/2010
2381. My Soul’s Possessions 10/23/2010
2382. Furore 10/23/2010
2383. Words, Words, Words 2/5/2011
2384. The Thought Is Made 2/5/2011
2385. My People 2/8/2011
2386. Decaying Days 4/20/2011
2387. Mortified 4/28/2011
2388. Forbearance 4/28/2011
2389. Children And Adults 4/28/2011
2390. You Sit There 4/28/2011
2391. On The Way 4/28/2011
2392. Future Claim 4/29/2011
2393. Blood-Thirst 4/29/2011
2394. Overwhelming Dresses 4/29/2011
2395. I Am In Wealth 4/30/2011
2396. Brilliant Love 4/30/2011
2397. A Charming Introduction 4/30/2011
2398. A Speech You Made 4/30/2011
2399. Pinball 4/30/2011
2400. Scholarship Is Poor 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

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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