Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,839 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3121. Doctor's Liking 10/31/2012
3122. A Statue Has Spoken 10/31/2012
3123. The Gaze 11/6/2012
3124. My Little Pennies 11/7/2012
3125. The Greatest Shoulder 11/7/2012
3126. White Ropes 11/7/2012
3127. Dawn In Paradise 11/7/2012
3128. The Psyche 11/7/2012
3129. The Gesture 11/7/2012
3130. The Polite Wasp 11/8/2012
3131. A Smith 11/9/2012
3132. The Peculiarities 11/9/2012
3133. Small Seeds 11/9/2012
3134. I Wanted A Rock 11/9/2012
3135. In My Imagination 11/9/2012
3136. The Earth Of Mankind 11/9/2012
3137. Wheeled Feet 11/9/2012
3138. Children Today 11/11/2012
3139. Friendship 11/12/2012
3140. Our Stay 11/12/2012
3141. Cold And Deep 11/12/2012
3142. My Chosen Image 11/12/2012
3143. To Take A Chance 11/19/2012
3144. Interesting Magic 11/19/2012
3145. Drama With Cats 11/19/2012
3146. I Saw Her 11/19/2012
3147. Thirteen Nights 11/20/2012
3148. Trumpets Blown 11/20/2012
3149. Iron And Silk 11/22/2012
3150. My Performance 11/23/2012
3151. The Man Rides His Horse 11/24/2012
3152. To Allow Me 11/24/2012
3153. Passes 11/28/2012
3154. For More Leaves 11/29/2012
3155. Deranged Customs 11/29/2012
3156. Truth Of A Real Religion 11/29/2012
3157. Strange Sounds 11/30/2012
3158. My Being Permeates 12/2/2012
3159. The Caliber Of The Worlds 12/2/2012
3160. Ice 12/2/2012

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

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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