Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,221 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3161. Pure Imagination 11/19/2012
3162. A Tale Died 11/19/2012
3163. Of The Citadel 12/8/2012
3164. One Sea 12/9/2012
3165. The Beat Of The Brain 12/12/2012
3166. Demise 12/12/2012
3167. Be Thanked 12/12/2012
3168. Burning Pain 12/13/2012
3169. His Fury 12/14/2012
3170. Wind Blows 12/15/2012
3171. Sacred River 12/15/2012
3172. Men Of Virtues 12/16/2012
3173. Each Man 12/16/2012
3174. Public 12/18/2012
3175. Like Violet Lights 12/20/2012
3176. Holy Sparks 12/20/2012
3177. Orchestral Death 12/21/2012
3178. Toys And Tomes 12/21/2012
3179. Beautiful Posture 12/23/2012
3180. Revenge And Good Time 12/23/2012
3181. Let Them Read 12/24/2012
3182. Their Best Work 12/24/2012
3183. Living Lakes 12/25/2012
3184. My Years And Months 12/25/2012
3185. In My Heart Of Hearts 12/25/2012
3186. Hastened Steps 12/25/2012
3187. A Gesture Of The Night 12/25/2012
3188. Cleansing Rain 12/25/2012
3189. Generated 12/26/2012
3190. To Dissipate With Time 12/26/2012
3191. Back-Pedaling 12/31/2012
3192. In The Time Of Homer 12/31/2012
3193. In A Room 12/31/2012
3194. Philosophical Star-Gazing 12/31/2012
3195. Star Of Stars 12/31/2012
3196. The Night Stays 1/1/2013
3197. Different Tales 1/1/2013
3198. Fault Of Others 1/1/2013
3199. My Brave Heart 1/1/2013
3200. After Sleep 1/1/2013

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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