Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,219 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3761. Fighting Night Of Worth 11/29/2013
3762. I See A Star 12/1/2013
3763. Tower Of A Man 12/2/2013
3764. Cave And Cavern 12/2/2013
3765. The Pages Of My Book 12/2/2013
3766. The End Of The Passage 12/18/2013
3767. The Rose-Pattern Wallpaper 12/19/2013
3768. Leaving Us Behind 12/20/2013
3769. You Mattered From The Heart 12/20/2013
3770. Upon The Grave 12/20/2013
3771. Everyday Presence 12/20/2013
3772. Mess 12/20/2013
3773. Stopping A Doctor 12/20/2013
3774. It Was Chaotic 12/20/2013
3775. In The Machine 12/20/2013
3776. Boast Of Borders 12/20/2013
3777. Stronger Sword 12/21/2013
3778. The Water 12/21/2013
3779. The Stars Sank 12/22/2013
3780. One Died 12/22/2013
3781. In The Hope 12/22/2013
3782. Library Of A Man 12/22/2013
3783. The Night Of The Wolves 12/22/2013
3784. A Halting Step 12/22/2013
3785. The Night Sea 12/22/2013
3786. Faces In The Wind 12/22/2013
3787. So Much Ground 12/22/2013
3788. Smoking Fires 12/22/2013
3789. Chaotic 12/24/2013
3790. Their Business 12/26/2013
3791. Every Man Is Like A Poet 12/26/2013
3792. Of The Citadel 12/8/2012
3793. One Sea 12/9/2012
3794. Barricade 7/18/2013
3795. Whole Swan 9/15/2013
3796. Just One Shot 9/16/2013
3797. Half A Million Peasants 9/21/2013
3798. Becoming A Revolution 9/21/2013
3799. I Am Golden 12/15/2013
3800. Real Lord 12/15/2013

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

Needles In The Feet

Needles in the feet fear us as we ask the questions,
A little pain is there, hearing me as I speak,
Jostling with rage and pain of the ever sweet.
My neck is ambushed, an array is at my joyous right,
Opening doors to yellow strangeness of stars.

My suffering, my suffering is unique, as big as bleak,
Full of grim speak, I see as I touch the stars at conspiracy;
Points merge, we disperse, after the soldiers of my lesson.

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