Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,194 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3161. Weak And Surprised 5/20/2012
3162. Do Not Adapt 5/21/2012
3163. Amateurism 5/21/2012
3164. The Sort Of Action 5/21/2012
3165. The Noise Above Us 5/21/2012
3166. Graveyard Of Trains 5/21/2012
3167. Superior And Bold 5/29/2012
3168. Steel Eyes 5/30/2012
3169. With The Mind 5/30/2012
3170. You Must Welcome 6/2/2012
3171. Claiming Danger 6/7/2012
3172. A Man's World 6/7/2012
3173. Just Innocent Children 6/7/2012
3174. Banner Of Love 6/7/2012
3175. Commanding The Enemy 6/7/2012
3176. Attitudes 6/7/2012
3177. Power Of Folly 6/7/2012
3178. Seconds Tick 6/11/2012
3179. Land Called Ours 6/11/2012
3180. My Meaning 6/13/2012
3181. Physics Has Power 6/13/2012
3182. Festooned Man 6/13/2012
3183. Swift Melody 11/11/2011
3184. On And On 11/11/2011
3185. Maddened By Them 11/13/2011
3186. Dismay And Honour 11/13/2011
3187. Dangerous Duty 11/14/2011
3188. His Highness 11/15/2011
3189. Judge Them 11/15/2011
3190. Truck 11/15/2011
3191. For Heaven 11/17/2011
3192. Women And Men 11/17/2011
3193. Poets' Poems 11/18/2011
3194. Small Life 11/18/2011
3195. My Thinkers 11/20/2011
3196. Ashes 11/20/2011
3197. Powerful Whirlpools 11/20/2011
3198. Doctor's Visit 11/20/2011
3199. I Sat Down 11/20/2011
3200. The Lovin' Crocodile 11/20/2011

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

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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