Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

2681. Guitar Or Book 8/12/2011
2682. Damp And Chilly 8/13/2011
2683. Windswept 8/13/2011
2684. Chief Slayer 8/14/2011
2685. Towards Him 8/14/2011
2686. Conquer Me 8/14/2011
2687. My Tongue Exerts 8/14/2011
2688. Get The Horses 8/14/2011
2689. Resurrected 8/14/2011
2690. My Own Way 8/14/2011
2691. A Manly Heart 8/15/2011
2692. Heady 8/15/2011
2693. By The Angelic One 8/15/2011
2694. Remember Me 8/15/2011
2695. In Dreams 8/15/2011
2696. Universe Kept 8/16/2011
2697. Like A River 8/18/2011
2698. Calculations 8/18/2011
2699. Special Feelings 8/18/2011
2700. The Man Of Life 8/18/2011
2701. Think Positive 8/18/2011
2702. In Days Of Blood 8/18/2011
2703. Monsters Of Pain 8/18/2011
2704. Noble Knight 8/18/2011
2705. Feline 8/18/2011
2706. Gimmicks 8/18/2011
2707. Another Wink 8/19/2011
2708. My Right 8/19/2011
2709. Traffic 8/19/2011
2710. Style Of A Coward 8/19/2011
2711. Intellectuals 8/19/2011
2712. With Joy 8/19/2011
2713. To Deceive Me Carries Burden 8/19/2011
2714. To Be A Palace 8/20/2011
2715. Within The Tomb 8/20/2011
2716. Letters Or Feathers? 8/20/2011
2717. Amazement 8/20/2011
2718. Mouse And House 8/4/2011
2719. Dear Books 8/4/2011
2720. Deep In Hell 8/4/2011

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

Wonder At All

All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status

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