Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,487 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3881. Absent Food 4/14/2014
3882. Crocodile Beach 4/15/2014
3883. Old Words 4/15/2014
3884. Serving 4/22/2014
3885. Encumbered By Winds 4/22/2014
3886. Car Of Clay 4/22/2014
3887. Love Me Until Death 4/22/2014
3888. Three Gifts 4/22/2014
3889. Live The Profession Called Life 4/22/2014
3890. Life Must Not Fail 4/22/2014
3891. Our Soul 4/22/2014
3892. Peace Began 4/23/2014
3893. Awkward Heads 4/23/2014
3894. Maniacal 4/27/2014
3895. Waters Of Grief 4/28/2014
3896. Stare Into Space 4/28/2014
3897. Chrysalis 4/28/2014
3898. Alone In Space 4/30/2014
3899. Sweet Sheep 4/30/2014
3900. Horses Galloping 4/30/2014
3901. All Four 4/30/2014
3902. A Plot 5/1/2014
3903. Swaying Bridges 5/2/2014
3904. Strong Whiskey 5/2/2014
3905. Gates To Darkness 5/2/2014
3906. The Religious Path 5/5/2014
3907. I Sat Perplexed 5/5/2014
3908. Billion People 5/6/2014
3909. Actual Rain 5/8/2014
3910. Feasts Of Sin 5/10/2014
3911. Hot Toys 5/10/2014
3912. One Brotherhood 5/13/2014
3913. I Am 5/14/2014
3914. Fall Of The Leaf 5/14/2014
3915. The Time For Journeys 5/15/2014
3916. My Opaque Eyes 5/15/2014
3917. Ironic Belief 5/15/2014
3918. In Visions 5/15/2014
3919. Binding And Bountiful 5/15/2014
3920. The Root Of Truth 5/17/2014

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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