Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,632 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3281. Squabbles 3/25/2013
3282. Just Four Seasons 3/25/2013
3283. Very Upsetting 4/3/2013
3284. On Certainty 4/3/2013
3285. Wars And Words 4/4/2013
3286. Worshiping Deeds 4/4/2013
3287. Ghosts Of Silk 4/4/2013
3288. Some Authors 4/4/2013
3289. Open The Doors To Paradise 4/5/2013
3290. Tremors Exist 4/5/2013
3291. Bitter Geese 4/5/2013
3292. Smile, Don’t Scorn 4/7/2013
3293. Upsetting Sun 4/10/2013
3294. Little, Little Men 4/10/2013
3295. Musical Menu 4/10/2013
3296. Of The Plagues 4/10/2013
3297. Conscripted 4/10/2013
3298. Detailed Prison 4/11/2013
3299. Doorway 4/11/2013
3300. The Anatomy 4/11/2013
3301. Future Astronomy 4/11/2013
3302. Job Of Truth 4/11/2013
3303. Pennies Of Action 4/13/2013
3304. Understand The Stars 4/13/2013
3305. Screaming Toys 4/13/2013
3306. Masterful And Powerful 4/14/2013
3307. Colourful Herbs 4/14/2013
3308. Like Grendel 4/14/2013
3309. Heavenwards 4/14/2013
3310. Shining Light 4/14/2013
3311. The Rite 4/14/2013
3312. Centre Of The Clock 4/15/2013
3313. The Rune And The King 4/15/2013
3314. Winter Beds 4/16/2013
3315. Many Have Striven 4/16/2013
3316. Divine Mystery 4/16/2013
3317. Passing 4/17/2013
3318. The Same Globe 4/17/2013
3319. The Land Of Surprise 4/17/2013
3320. Groaning Sea 4/18/2013

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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