Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,487 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

281. The Horse, Or Steed 1/18/2008
282. Anger 1/18/2008
283. London Town 1/19/2008
284. Lands Far Away 1/19/2008
285. Brotherly Help 1/19/2008
286. It Hurt Him 1/19/2008
287. Real Mammal 1/19/2008
288. Pond Water Life 1/19/2008
289. Twice My Fun 1/20/2008
290. Under The Sea 1/20/2008
291. Less 1/20/2008
292. Small People 1/20/2008
293. Minor Importance 1/20/2008
294. Language 1/20/2008
295. A Faithful Person 1/20/2008
296. Forget The Flowers 1/20/2008
297. A Copse 1/20/2008
298. A New Spell 1/21/2008
299. Minor Hazards 1/21/2008
300. Graceful Pillar 1/22/2008
301. Spider Silk 1/22/2008
302. A Man Of War 1/22/2008
303. Faster Astronaut 1/22/2008
304. On Ice 1/22/2008
305. Strong Are Weak 1/23/2008
306. Read The Pages 1/23/2008
307. Open It 1/23/2008
308. Hatch 1/23/2008
309. He Is My Man 1/23/2008
310. Intense Hatred 1/27/2008
311. Chanting 1/27/2008
312. Dance Of The Season 1/27/2008
313. Old 1/27/2008
314. In Plight 1/27/2008
315. Hearts 1/27/2008
316. You Die 1/27/2008
317. A Single Tail 1/27/2008
318. Dreams Of A Loving Soul 1/27/2008
319. We Name 1/27/2008
320. Skill 1/27/2008

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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