Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,145 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4521. I Have Stares 7/14/2015
4522. Gestures Of Space 7/16/2015
4523. Heaven On Earth 7/18/2015
4524. In The Mind 7/19/2015
4525. The Soul In The Star 7/20/2015
4526. My Designer Of Thoughts 7/20/2015
4527. Toy-Making 7/20/2015
4528. I Am Sick Of Sight 7/21/2015
4529. The Stars Of Joy 7/23/2015
4530. My Music Of Solitude 7/23/2015
4531. Seas Of Strictness 7/23/2015
4532. I Have A House 8/19/2015
4533. Alone With The King 8/19/2015
4534. Some Sinners 8/19/2015
4535. Near The Light 8/21/2015
4536. Papery Wasp 8/22/2015
4537. The Falling Debris 8/23/2015
4538. Beginning With Those Tyrants 8/23/2015
4539. My Bib 8/23/2015
4540. Sand Around 8/23/2015
4541. I Surgeon 8/23/2015
4542. Small Race 8/23/2015
4543. Flowers Of The Fire 8/23/2015
4544. Air For The Baby 8/27/2015
4545. I Have No Fault 8/27/2015
4546. Mystery Of Love 8/27/2015
4547. Smooth Cream 8/28/2015
4548. Fluent Freemen 8/29/2015
4549. This Universe 8/30/2015
4550. Eyes Made For You 8/30/2015
4551. Banks Of The River 8/31/2015
4552. My Octahedron 8/31/2015
4553. Two Soldiers 8/31/2015
4554. My Bones 8/31/2015
4555. Cloth To Unfurl 8/31/2015
4556. My Internet 8/31/2015
4557. The Wizard 8/31/2015
4558. A Faraway Land 8/31/2015
4559. Young Love 8/31/2015
4560. Our Crucial Sense 8/31/2015

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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