Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 20,708 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3281. Adages 2/23/2013
3282. Partridge 2/23/2013
3283. Mud Being 2/23/2013
3284. Inside The Whale 2/24/2013
3285. Near The Choir 2/25/2013
3286. Desperate Dogs 2/25/2013
3287. On This Path 2/26/2013
3288. Their Heraldry 2/27/2013
3289. I Need The Abbot 2/27/2013
3290. Lips That Bore Me 2/27/2013
3291. Longest River 3/1/2013
3292. Throne Of God 3/1/2013
3293. Freedom Was Lacking 3/2/2013
3294. Tossed Map 3/3/2013
3295. Rippling 3/3/2013
3296. Their Hands Joined 3/3/2013
3297. Never Lie 3/4/2013
3298. Lantern Glows 3/4/2013
3299. He Did Not Budge 3/4/2013
3300. Employment Up Above 3/4/2013
3301. Source Of The Voice 3/4/2013
3302. The Students 3/5/2013
3303. Bandits 3/5/2013
3304. The Signpost 3/7/2013
3305. Remember Your Medicine 3/14/2013
3306. The Course Of Time 3/14/2013
3307. Hunching 3/15/2013
3308. The Story Of Wine 3/21/2013
3309. The Stars Wept 3/25/2013
3310. Grey Spaces 3/25/2013
3311. Spindles 3/25/2013
3312. My Mother And I 3/25/2013
3313. Squabbles 3/25/2013
3314. Just Four Seasons 3/25/2013
3315. Very Upsetting 4/3/2013
3316. On Certainty 4/3/2013
3317. Wars And Words 4/4/2013
3318. Worshiping Deeds 4/4/2013
3319. Ghosts Of Silk 4/4/2013
3320. Some Authors 4/4/2013
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.

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Poor Men Speak

Poverty is hideous and nevermore, its hand creeps
Into the heart of the body that you possess,
Riches bitterly combats your proclamations,
Rich men starve at the feet of their kindred,
But you are awakened by the songs of the birds,
As poetry says power is better than poverty.

Your throat is hunting the words for a poor man,
His rich life vanished, forced by chances and gambling,

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