Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,365 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3281. The Story Of Wine 3/21/2013
3282. The Stars Wept 3/25/2013
3283. Grey Spaces 3/25/2013
3284. Spindles 3/25/2013
3285. My Mother And I 3/25/2013
3286. Squabbles 3/25/2013
3287. Just Four Seasons 3/25/2013
3288. Very Upsetting 4/3/2013
3289. On Certainty 4/3/2013
3290. Wars And Words 4/4/2013
3291. Worshiping Deeds 4/4/2013
3292. Ghosts Of Silk 4/4/2013
3293. Some Authors 4/4/2013
3294. Open The Doors To Paradise 4/5/2013
3295. Tremors Exist 4/5/2013
3296. Bitter Geese 4/5/2013
3297. Smile, Don’t Scorn 4/7/2013
3298. Upsetting Sun 4/10/2013
3299. Little, Little Men 4/10/2013
3300. Musical Menu 4/10/2013
3301. Of The Plagues 4/10/2013
3302. Conscripted 4/10/2013
3303. Detailed Prison 4/11/2013
3304. Doorway 4/11/2013
3305. The Anatomy 4/11/2013
3306. Future Astronomy 4/11/2013
3307. Job Of Truth 4/11/2013
3308. Pennies Of Action 4/13/2013
3309. Understand The Stars 4/13/2013
3310. Screaming Toys 4/13/2013
3311. Masterful And Powerful 4/14/2013
3312. Colourful Herbs 4/14/2013
3313. Like Grendel 4/14/2013
3314. Heavenwards 4/14/2013
3315. Shining Light 4/14/2013
3316. The Rite 4/14/2013
3317. Centre Of The Clock 4/15/2013
3318. The Rune And The King 4/15/2013
3319. Winter Beds 4/16/2013
3320. Many Have Striven 4/16/2013

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

Your Pain Is Received

Since you have received grief my folly has terminated,
Your pain is my pain, and your face is mine only.
Through the thought of your earthquake and talk of order,
Our disorder grows stronger with the passing hour.
The ointment is severe and harsh on the spirits of decency,
Bending and stretching is the key to our victory always.

Love loses the fight, lovers define the art of kickboxing,
Opening the house of mania and the religion of human rights,

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