Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,487 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3321. Hell Or Heaven 4/19/2013
3322. Table Of Knots 4/19/2013
3323. Oil And Labour 4/19/2013
3324. I Am Food 4/19/2013
3325. Help My Soul 4/21/2013
3326. In Our Blood 4/21/2013
3327. Like A Key 4/23/2013
3328. Destroying Love 4/23/2013
3329. Shining Worship 4/25/2013
3330. One Has Been Stung 4/26/2013
3331. Circle And Triangle 4/26/2013
3332. Early Upheavals 4/27/2013
3333. One Fears Them 4/28/2013
3334. Gold Was Gone 4/28/2013
3335. Once A Dream 4/28/2013
3336. The Journeys Of The Servant 4/28/2013
3337. Range Of A Missile 4/28/2013
3338. Night And Rain 4/29/2013
3339. Enchanting Crowd 4/29/2013
3340. Fearful Illness 4/30/2013
3341. One By One 5/1/2013
3342. To The Stars 5/3/2013
3343. Adored Object 5/5/2013
3344. My Radiation 6/7/2013
3345. The Story Of Wine 3/21/2013
3346. The Stars Wept 3/25/2013
3347. Grey Spaces 3/25/2013
3348. Spindles 3/25/2013
3349. My Mother And I 3/25/2013
3350. Squabbles 3/25/2013
3351. Just Four Seasons 3/25/2013
3352. Very Upsetting 4/3/2013
3353. On Certainty 4/3/2013
3354. Wars And Words 4/4/2013
3355. Worshiping Deeds 4/4/2013
3356. Ghosts Of Silk 4/4/2013
3357. Some Authors 4/4/2013
3358. Open The Doors To Paradise 4/5/2013
3359. Tremors Exist 4/5/2013
3360. Bitter Geese 4/5/2013

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

Wonder At All

All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status

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