Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,145 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2641. Power Of Death 7/26/2011
2642. Plains Of Arnon 7/26/2011
2643. East To West 7/3/2011
2644. Beleaguered Army 7/28/2011
2645. Atoms 7/28/2011
2646. My Life Is Fast 7/28/2011
2647. Surreptitious Slave 7/28/2011
2648. The Spiritual World 7/28/2011
2649. Warm Evening 7/22/2011
2650. Slept Well 7/22/2011
2651. Once, There Were Stars 7/23/2011
2652. Evening Restaurant 7/23/2011
2653. Folding The Sun 7/23/2011
2654. Gathering Ghosts 7/24/2011
2655. Criminal Lights 7/23/2011
2656. Little Paths To Take 7/23/2011
2657. Air Of Climbing 7/23/2011
2658. I Am Brave In Heaven 7/14/2011
2659. Sorry To Hear It 7/13/2011
2660. Our Party 5/15/2011
2661. Great Children 5/15/2011
2662. Wise Potion 7/29/2011
2663. A Bastion Of Knowledge 7/30/2011
2664. Embrocate 7/30/2011
2665. Obnoxious Powers 7/30/2011
2666. Bumpy Road 7/31/2011
2667. Deserted Monument 7/31/2011
2668. Dashing News 7/31/2011
2669. Elastic Season 7/31/2011
2670. Into Robots 8/1/2011
2671. Building Democracy 8/1/2011
2672. Merchants Of The City 8/2/2011
2673. Mouse And House 8/4/2011
2674. Dear Books 8/4/2011
2675. Deep In Hell 8/4/2011
2676. Black Clouds 8/4/2011
2677. For My Maker 8/6/2011
2678. I Am So Clean 8/6/2011
2679. Disputes Next Door 8/7/2011
2680. Play Most 8/7/2011

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

My Tests

That which my manhood tests I have resented,
But that which priests have queried I have prayed.
My non-foolish comrades are of the sociable nature
That natural affluence is their deterrent to other people.
My manhood keeps the angels alive in the heavenly qualm,
My reasonable nature is accosted by good men of commerce
Who disappear from the doors to my house and mansion.
My own soul is bedevilled by hosts and badges that step
Into the lake of worry and distress, the august kings

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