Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

2761. My Mind Collapses 9/8/2011
2762. Come With Your Weapon 9/8/2011
2763. Springing With Mistakes 9/8/2011
2764. Psychotic 9/9/2011
2765. Disobedience 9/9/2011
2766. Ovation 9/9/2011
2767. Mask 9/10/2011
2768. A Receptacle 9/10/2011
2769. Ruined By Sitting 9/11/2011
2770. Portly Man 9/12/2011
2771. Alcoholic 9/13/2011
2772. A Hand 9/14/2011
2773. His Charismatic Words 9/15/2011
2774. A Moon In My Body 9/15/2011
2775. Hope For Him 9/15/2011
2776. Heart Retires 9/15/2011
2777. My Adoration 9/15/2011
2778. Two Loves 9/15/2011
2779. Angelic Light 9/15/2011
2780. For Calm 9/15/2011
2781. Fading Star 9/15/2011
2782. I Came 9/17/2011
2783. Thinking Heart 9/17/2011
2784. There Are Lines Outside 9/18/2011
2785. Traverse 9/19/2011
2786. His Head 9/19/2011
2787. Roaming 9/19/2011
2788. Hallowed People 8/23/2011
2789. Sparkling Moments 8/23/2011
2790. Dark And Deadly 8/23/2011
2791. Different Deaths 8/23/2011
2792. I Want The Universe 8/23/2011
2793. Pious Ones 8/23/2011
2794. Pursuit Of Strength 8/23/2011
2795. For My Happiness 8/23/2011
2796. Distinctions 8/24/2011
2797. Dazzled 8/24/2011
2798. Middle Path 8/25/2011
2799. Immortal Suffering 8/25/2011
2800. Marching Beyond 8/25/2011

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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