Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

2561. Litres Of Blood 7/4/2011
2562. Human Calibre 7/4/2011
2563. Bonds 7/5/2011
2564. Other Houses 7/5/2011
2565. Plums And Peaches 7/5/2011
2566. The Accomplishment 7/7/2011
2567. My Composer 7/8/2011
2568. Admirable Features 7/8/2011
2569. The Magic 7/9/2011
2570. His Prison 7/9/2011
2571. The Habits 7/9/2011
2572. Dwellers 7/10/2011
2573. Calling Minds 7/10/2011
2574. He Remembered 7/11/2011
2575. We Worship 6/26/2011
2576. My Questioner 6/26/2011
2577. Silence 6/26/2011
2578. Evil Rain 6/26/2011
2579. Hospitable 6/26/2011
2580. Resting-Place 6/26/2011
2581. Supreme Name 6/26/2011
2582. Exceptional Food 6/17/2011
2583. The Heart 6/17/2011
2584. Advice For The Soul 6/17/2011
2585. Last Night Was A Struggle 7/8/2011
2586. From Bitterness 7/13/2011
2587. Little Flowers 7/13/2011
2588. Surprised Being 7/13/2011
2589. Foolish Flames 7/14/2011
2590. A Deformity 7/14/2011
2591. My Mother 7/15/2011
2592. I Lay There 7/15/2011
2593. Death Angels 7/15/2011
2594. The Beholding 7/15/2011
2595. Age Of Treason 7/15/2011
2596. Attached To The Heart 7/15/2011
2597. The Harpooner 7/16/2011
2598. Two Manners 7/16/2011
2599. A Strong Love 7/16/2011
2600. He Was Teaching Philosophy 7/16/2011

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

On The Last Day

When the rains swim towards their arrangement,
Then man will conduct his affairs with severity.

A speaker entails a whisper, through the days of
Anger and desire, like an agent of strangeness.

These are storms of sight and hearing, like the
Echoes of your kingdom residing on the sand.

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