Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,222 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3321. Divine Mystery 4/16/2013
3322. Passing 4/17/2013
3323. The Same Globe 4/17/2013
3324. The Land Of Surprise 4/17/2013
3325. Groaning Sea 4/18/2013
3326. Tendrils 4/18/2013
3327. Positions 4/18/2013
3328. Development Of Senses 4/18/2013
3329. Essays To Write 4/18/2013
3330. With Care 4/18/2013
3331. Ease Me 4/18/2013
3332. Numbers Are My Masters 4/18/2013
3333. Grave Understanding 4/18/2013
3334. Diminished Authority 4/18/2013
3335. Be Punctual! 4/18/2013
3336. The Moments 4/18/2013
3337. Cherished 4/18/2013
3338. Faults Within 4/18/2013
3339. I Rest This Day 4/18/2013
3340. My Revelry 4/18/2013
3341. Love And Hate 4/18/2013
3342. Mud Of Anger 4/19/2013
3343. Hell Or Heaven 4/19/2013
3344. Table Of Knots 4/19/2013
3345. Oil And Labour 4/19/2013
3346. I Am Food 4/19/2013
3347. Help My Soul 4/21/2013
3348. In Our Blood 4/21/2013
3349. Like A Key 4/23/2013
3350. Destroying Love 4/23/2013
3351. Shining Worship 4/25/2013
3352. One Has Been Stung 4/26/2013
3353. Circle And Triangle 4/26/2013
3354. Early Upheavals 4/27/2013
3355. One Fears Them 4/28/2013
3356. Gold Was Gone 4/28/2013
3357. Once A Dream 4/28/2013
3358. The Journeys Of The Servant 4/28/2013
3359. Range Of A Missile 4/28/2013
3360. Night And Rain 4/29/2013

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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