Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,219 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3001. The Lovin' Crocodile 11/20/2011
3002. Blood Of River 11/21/2011
3003. Men And Monsters 11/21/2011
3004. Walls 11/22/2011
3005. How Fast Is The Enemy? 11/22/2011
3006. Desire Of The Forest 11/22/2011
3007. Suspect 11/22/2011
3008. The Slaughter 11/22/2011
3009. Death Itself 11/22/2011
3010. Time Stands Still 11/22/2011
3011. Eternal Sea 11/22/2011
3012. My Only Queen 11/22/2011
3013. Weak Or Strong? 11/22/2011
3014. Divine Help 11/22/2011
3015. Repentance 11/22/2011
3016. The Sword 11/22/2011
3017. A Wheel 6/17/2012
3018. Family 6/17/2012
3019. In Stars 6/17/2012
3020. Blustery 6/17/2012
3021. Estimation 6/17/2012
3022. Gouging 6/17/2012
3023. Bruises 6/21/2012
3024. Sword Spoke 6/21/2012
3025. Taken 6/21/2012
3026. Remedy 6/21/2012
3027. I Love Faces 6/23/2012
3028. Awesome Thoughts About God 6/24/2012
3029. Life Here 6/26/2012
3030. Harmonic Water 6/26/2012
3031. Rivers Of Wisdom 6/27/2012
3032. A Surprising Time 7/23/2012
3033. My Agony 8/2/2012
3034. Clothing Rags 8/2/2012
3035. Muck 8/2/2012
3036. Students Of Numbers 8/3/2012
3037. Golden Liberty 8/3/2012
3038. Chirping Monsters 8/5/2012
3039. Simple Fight 8/5/2012
3040. In The Form Of Music 8/5/2012

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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