Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,997 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2881. Strange Deeds 10/16/2011
2882. Bitter Images 10/17/2011
2883. Dark And Dangerous 10/19/2011
2884. Poems Of Dust 10/19/2011
2885. Dashing And Halting 10/21/2011
2886. Deep Ways 10/22/2011
2887. My Farce 10/22/2011
2888. Begin This Quest 10/22/2011
2889. To Be In Peace 10/25/2011
2890. Lions And God 10/25/2011
2891. My Sky And Land 10/25/2011
2892. In The Ground We Lie 10/25/2011
2893. Cups And Rocks 10/26/2011
2894. Fade Into The Night 10/26/2011
2895. Lord Of The Canvas 10/26/2011
2896. Angry Amusement 10/26/2011
2897. Arms And Bones 10/26/2011
2898. My Distress 10/26/2011
2899. Some Names 10/26/2011
2900. View The Dragon 10/26/2011
2901. To The Centuries 10/27/2011
2902. The Countess Of Heaven 10/28/2011
2903. My Exploding Continent 10/28/2011
2904. Many Are Charming 10/28/2011
2905. Soul’s Image 10/28/2011
2906. My Past Speech 10/28/2011
2907. The Real Lot 10/29/2011
2908. Aero Car 10/29/2011
2909. Antigravity 10/29/2011
2910. Air Is 10/29/2011
2911. Wishes Of A Stream 10/30/2011
2912. Alluring Brooks 10/30/2011
2913. My Demesne 10/30/2011
2914. I Have To Love 10/30/2011
2915. Feasts 10/30/2011
2916. Gather Yourself 10/30/2011
2917. My Ocean Wind 10/30/2011
2918. Inside 11/23/2011
2919. Turned Into Stone 11/22/2011
2920. Rich Air 11/23/2011

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

The Vortex

The beauty usually surrounds us when in a paradise,
Inside the paradises there are regions of galaxies existing,
Where life is existing, plants sprout fortunately, gold escalates
In torsos and bellies, from eating of silvers and bronzes.

The coins melt, the treasures are discovered, and unhappiness
Is emitted into the heavens, with transmigration,
And a zero fat body, a hefty sum of money, and also
The slums sadly appear to find a unique playground of circular roots.

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