Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,293 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3441. Temper Of The Night 6/13/2013
3442. Farewell To It 6/13/2013
3443. Dark Grounds 6/14/2013
3444. I See Stars 6/14/2013
3445. See With The Eyes 7/20/2013
3446. The Cerulean Sea 7/21/2013
3447. Heart Wonders 7/21/2013
3448. Temporal Universe 7/21/2013
3449. Neatly Dressed Droids 7/24/2013
3450. Also Cold 7/24/2013
3451. Still The Pens Wrote 7/25/2013
3452. Exalted 7/26/2013
3453. Spine 7/26/2013
3454. Grass Between My Toes 7/28/2013
3455. Long Evenings 7/29/2013
3456. Avenue Of Love 7/29/2013
3457. The Funambulist 7/29/2013
3458. Philosophical People 7/29/2013
3459. From Such A Kite 7/30/2013
3460. The Ultimate 8/2/2013
3461. Inside Bliss 8/5/2013
3462. Painful Danger 8/5/2013
3463. The Baking Street 8/6/2013
3464. Raid And Be 8/7/2013
3465. He Was Moody 8/9/2013
3466. Accept Nothingness 8/9/2013
3467. Acquisition 8/10/2013
3468. People Are Boring 8/13/2013
3469. Philosophical Life 8/13/2013
3470. I Discovered 8/14/2013
3471. I Must Be Tamed 8/18/2013
3472. In A Dark Underworld 8/19/2013
3473. The Duck 8/21/2013
3474. Slamming The Feet 8/21/2013
3475. Crisis In Your Life 7/10/2013
3476. My Eye 7/11/2013
3477. Splendid Sailor 7/11/2013
3478. Energies 7/12/2013
3479. With Sleepless Eyes 7/12/2013
3480. Coloured Handkerchief 7/12/2013

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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