Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,295 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

361. Kick Him 3/14/2008
362. Magic 3/14/2008
363. Open My Heart 3/14/2008
364. Curses 3/14/2008
365. Beneath The Sea 3/14/2008
366. Party 3/21/2008
367. We Dress In Human Attire 3/21/2008
368. Speech Of A Man 3/21/2008
369. Conflict And Life 3/22/2008
370. The Sweet Life 3/22/2008
371. Spring Fish 3/25/2008
372. I Am Dead 3/25/2008
373. Come And Love 3/25/2008
374. Outer Air 3/25/2008
375. The Black Ocean 3/26/2008
376. Unicorns 3/26/2008
377. An Arrow 3/26/2008
378. Habits 3/31/2008
379. Life Of Boss 3/31/2008
380. You Need A Family 4/2/2008
381. Nobody Loves Me 4/2/2008
382. Opinions Matter 4/4/2008
383. Successful Marriage 4/4/2008
384. We As Poets 4/4/2008
385. Business Of Manufacture 4/4/2008
386. Rain, Rain 4/5/2008
387. Brotherly Feeling 4/5/2008
388. He Never Died 4/7/2008
389. Then Fly Away 4/7/2008
390. Children? 4/8/2008
391. The Art Of Beauty 4/8/2008
392. Beds Of Suffering 4/8/2008
393. The Gift Of Rain 4/8/2008
394. Silence Is Magic 4/9/2008
395. A Sheet Of Paper 4/9/2008
396. Love Of Life 4/9/2008
397. My Only Thoughts 4/12/2008
398. And I Died 1/20/2008
399. Fade Away 1/20/2008
400. Zombie 1/21/2008

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

Computer Mania

Deliberate is the action that I pronounce,
On the minute, of all the hours, that laugh away.
So strong is my business contending the books,
Content in the knowledge of sentinels.

Your living is praising nobody but you,
It is an affair of compartments like rooms and boxes,
I loved all such fair thinking.

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