Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,686 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2961. Endless Love 9/5/2011
2962. I Alone 9/5/2011
2963. Given From Memory 9/6/2011
2964. Window 9/6/2011
2965. Books To Be Read 9/7/2011
2966. My Mind Collapses 9/8/2011
2967. Come With Your Weapon 9/8/2011
2968. Springing With Mistakes 9/8/2011
2969. Psychotic 9/9/2011
2970. Disobedience 9/9/2011
2971. Ovation 9/9/2011
2972. Mask 9/10/2011
2973. A Receptacle 9/10/2011
2974. Ruined By Sitting 9/11/2011
2975. Portly Man 9/12/2011
2976. Alcoholic 9/13/2011
2977. A Hand 9/14/2011
2978. His Charismatic Words 9/15/2011
2979. A Moon In My Body 9/15/2011
2980. Hope For Him 9/15/2011
2981. Heart Retires 9/15/2011
2982. My Adoration 9/15/2011
2983. Two Loves 9/15/2011
2984. Angelic Light 9/15/2011
2985. For Calm 9/15/2011
2986. Fading Star 9/15/2011
2987. I Came 9/17/2011
2988. Thinking Heart 9/17/2011
2989. There Are Lines Outside 9/18/2011
2990. Traverse 9/19/2011
2991. His Head 9/19/2011
2992. Roaming 9/19/2011
2993. Tranquil Setting 8/21/2011
2994. Glowing Eyes 8/21/2011
2995. Like A Tiger 8/21/2011
2996. Light On The Face 8/21/2011
2997. The Same Room 8/21/2011
2998. Pleasant Spectacle 8/22/2011
2999. Ancient Heart 8/22/2011
3000. Connect 8/22/2011

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

Desire

You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.

Keys to the city are too many to see and hear,
I love the colours and I like them always here.
The birds will fly and depart once more only,
And now never return as I can certainly.

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