Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

3561. You Are Sorry 10/13/2013
3562. Robotic Acts 10/14/2013
3563. Colossal Cabins 10/14/2013
3564. He Moved So Straight 10/15/2013
3565. The Perfect Book 10/17/2013
3566. Blood Of Scoundrels 10/17/2013
3567. Early Sin 10/22/2013
3568. Strange Rats 10/23/2013
3569. Stale Friendship 10/23/2013
3570. A Finger Length 10/28/2013
3571. Magnificent Health 10/28/2013
3572. Same Stomach 10/28/2013
3573. To Hidden Eyes 10/30/2013
3574. Eternal Qualm 10/31/2013
3575. My Sad Heart 10/31/2013
3576. Display Of Sin 10/31/2013
3577. Deep Sleep Will Come 11/1/2013
3578. From Apes To Kings 11/3/2013
3579. Full Room 11/3/2013
3580. Home Is 11/3/2013
3581. Gold Has Been Sprinkled 11/4/2013
3582. A Wise Study 11/4/2013
3583. Entire Universe 11/4/2013
3584. Trade And Tread 11/6/2013
3585. My Heart Is Doing 11/10/2013
3586. The Garden Of Birds 11/10/2013
3587. Into Secret Wishes 11/10/2013
3588. The Best Love 11/10/2013
3589. Thoughts Exist 11/11/2013
3590. Roots Of Men 11/12/2013
3591. Why Am I Chosen? 11/12/2013
3592. My Statements Of Joy 11/13/2013
3593. Villainous 9/21/2013
3594. Little Present 9/21/2013
3595. Dumb Forests 9/21/2013
3596. The Man Of Open Godliness 9/21/2013
3597. Time Stood Still 9/22/2013
3598. Slow Sunrise 9/22/2013
3599. Many Giants 9/22/2013
3600. In My Hand 9/22/2013

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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