Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 21,216 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3641. You Master 12/4/2013
3642. Longer Words 12/4/2013
3643. Old World Cats 12/4/2013
3644. My Form Of Heaven 12/4/2013
3645. Cherish The Life 12/5/2013
3646. No Wars 12/5/2013
3647. I Really Appreciate 12/5/2013
3648. I Know Too Much 12/5/2013
3649. Can You See? 12/5/2013
3650. Fragrant Walks 12/6/2013
3651. A Wisdom 12/7/2013
3652. Clocks Of Good Quality 12/7/2013
3653. One Horse 12/9/2013
3654. Great Minds 12/9/2013
3655. The Man 12/9/2013
3656. Beams Of Light 12/9/2013
3657. Vanished 12/10/2013
3658. Knight Of Teaching 12/10/2013
3659. To The Sight 12/10/2013
3660. Noisy Crowd 12/11/2013
3661. Two Other Gardeners 12/13/2013
3662. Eye On Disaster 12/13/2013
3663. Of The Lines 12/13/2013
3664. Small Television 12/13/2013
3665. Toss It 12/13/2013
3666. Magical Song 12/13/2013
3667. To Say Your Belief 12/14/2013
3668. To Envy 12/14/2013
3669. To Tie The Neck 12/14/2013
3670. Plain Pain 12/29/2013
3671. This Game Lasts Forever 12/30/2013
3672. Wise Steps 12/30/2013
3673. To See The Sun 12/30/2013
3674. Hold Onto The Words 12/31/2013
3675. Some Ghosts 12/31/2013
3676. Untrained Combat 1/1/2014
3677. To Ways Forever 1/2/2014
3678. A Shadow Of Wealth 1/2/2014
3679. Love’s Splendid Voice 1/2/2014
3680. I See Them Take Flight 1/2/2014
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.

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Poor Men Speak

Poverty is hideous and nevermore, its hand creeps
Into the heart of the body that you possess,
Riches bitterly combats your proclamations,
Rich men starve at the feet of their kindred,
But you are awakened by the songs of the birds,
As poetry says power is better than poverty.

Your throat is hunting the words for a poor man,
His rich life vanished, forced by chances and gambling,

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