Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,222 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3201. The Night Stays 1/1/2013
3202. Different Tales 1/1/2013
3203. Fault Of Others 1/1/2013
3204. My Brave Heart 1/1/2013
3205. After Sleep 1/1/2013
3206. Spirit Of Numbers 1/3/2013
3207. The Binding 1/4/2013
3208. Called Life 1/5/2013
3209. Taken By Storm 1/5/2013
3210. The Same Ground 1/6/2013
3211. A Thousand Deeds 1/6/2013
3212. Quick Steps 1/6/2013
3213. The Liar-General 1/6/2013
3214. Decided At Noon 1/7/2013
3215. Crisis In Darkness 1/12/2013
3216. Chamber 1/12/2013
3217. Screaming And Half Dragging 1/12/2013
3218. Morbid List 1/13/2013
3219. First Visions 1/13/2013
3220. I Have A Dream Of Forces 1/13/2013
3221. Asking For Numbers 1/14/2013
3222. I See An Angel 1/14/2013
3223. In A Twist 1/14/2013
3224. Teaching Of The Stars 1/15/2013
3225. Books Of Wisdom 1/15/2013
3226. Eye 1/15/2013
3227. Clinic Staff 1/16/2013
3228. Catlike 1/16/2013
3229. Fled 1/18/2013
3230. Eating All That 1/18/2013
3231. Sweeter Tasks 1/19/2013
3232. Love Enters The Heart 1/20/2013
3233. Green Loveliness 1/20/2013
3234. Freedom Has Been Won 1/20/2013
3235. Sweetness 1/20/2013
3236. Despair 1/21/2013
3237. Robbery 1/24/2013
3238. Pleated And Creased 1/25/2013
3239. Road To Defeat 1/25/2013
3240. The Masters 1/28/2013

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

On This Earth

On this earth you are worth a world of doings and deeds,
A sidekick, a barter, a goal has been uprooted from you.
About the heavens. we time ourselves as fire and lines
Of poetry, lines of buildings and words that concern.
Who has art now that screens of blue and white are ignited?

The big bang connects me to questions and answers of time,
This earth is a door to gifts of prophecy and their glare.
Our prison reminds us, poisons us, positions us so we care

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