Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,484 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3241. The Masters 1/28/2013
3242. Beautiful Thoughts 2/2/2013
3243. Of Century 2/2/2013
3244. The Thrown Thought 2/3/2013
3245. Musical Angels 2/3/2013
3246. Numerals 2/5/2013
3247. Days Of The Year 2/6/2013
3248. The Sea 2/7/2013
3249. Red Red Blood 2/14/2013
3250. Stoning The Devil 2/15/2013
3251. Life Cycle 2/15/2013
3252. Inside The Circle 2/16/2013
3253. The Strong Dialogue 2/18/2013
3254. That Foot 2/20/2013
3255. The Light 2/21/2013
3256. Adages 2/23/2013
3257. Partridge 2/23/2013
3258. Mud Being 2/23/2013
3259. Inside The Whale 2/24/2013
3260. Near The Choir 2/25/2013
3261. Desperate Dogs 2/25/2013
3262. Monumental Book 12/28/2012
3263. Poetic Story 12/29/2012
3264. Creatures In The Night 12/29/2012
3265. Infinite And Finite 12/30/2012
3266. Brilliant Thinkers 12/30/2012
3267. Other Men 12/30/2012
3268. Fictitious Victory 1/8/2013
3269. Bruised Heart 1/8/2013
3270. Sages And Scholars 1/8/2013
3271. On This Path 2/26/2013
3272. Their Heraldry 2/27/2013
3273. I Need The Abbot 2/27/2013
3274. Lips That Bore Me 2/27/2013
3275. Longest River 3/1/2013
3276. Throne Of God 3/1/2013
3277. Freedom Was Lacking 3/2/2013
3278. Tossed Map 3/3/2013
3279. Rippling 3/3/2013
3280. Their Hands Joined 3/3/2013

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

Four Seasons

Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.

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