Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,549 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3921. A Wish From Your Mind 4/2/2014
3922. Booing Fuzzy Days 4/3/2014
3923. My Fingers Burn 4/4/2014
3924. Tendrils That Twirl 4/4/2014
3925. Some Say With Pictures 4/4/2014
3926. Nightmare Principles 4/4/2014
3927. Totally Bandaged 4/4/2014
3928. Shy Souls 4/4/2014
3929. All Dead 4/6/2014
3930. Ancient Wishes 4/6/2014
3931. Stern And Rich 4/6/2014
3932. Waves Of Thoughts 4/6/2014
3933. Hold Death 4/6/2014
3934. Let Us Hope 4/6/2014
3935. Those Merciful 4/7/2014
3936. Loss In A Rose 4/7/2014
3937. An Enlarged Sun 4/7/2014
3938. Headaches Of A Dungeon 4/8/2014
3939. Was Blind 5/22/2014
3940. Hurtling Rocks 5/24/2014
3941. One Battle 5/26/2014
3942. Home Of Bliss 5/26/2014
3943. Any Courage 5/26/2014
3944. Undead Warriors 5/26/2014
3945. Minutes Of Play 5/29/2014
3946. Body Of Bone 5/29/2014
3947. A Heroic Love 6/1/2014
3948. I'M Different 6/1/2014
3949. Nature Is Thinking 6/3/2014
3950. Dreams Work 6/3/2014
3951. One Heart Has Dreamt 6/5/2014
3952. Faint Whispers 6/5/2014
3953. One Leader Of The Night 6/5/2014
3954. The Man Who Accomplishes 6/5/2014
3955. To See 6/6/2014
3956. You Remind Me 6/7/2014
3957. Less Success 6/7/2014
3958. Cares By Night 3/27/2014
3959. Gradual Earth 3/28/2014
3960. Physics Of The Mounds 3/28/2014

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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