Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,223 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

441. A Sign Of Victory 5/10/2008
442. War Of Words 5/12/2008
443. Award 5/12/2008
444. Borders 5/12/2008
445. This Day 5/12/2008
446. Open Me Up 5/12/2008
447. A New Commerce 5/12/2008
448. My Garden 5/12/2008
449. Nightmares 5/12/2008
450. Program 5/12/2008
451. Wailing On A Mountain 5/12/2008
452. That Power Is War 5/12/2008
453. Statement Of Fact 5/12/2008
454. It Is Enough 5/12/2008
455. Three Ghosts 5/13/2008
456. My Medals 5/13/2008
457. A Gathering 5/14/2008
458. Big Life 5/14/2008
459. A Dog Is Good 5/14/2008
460. A Warning 5/25/2008
461. A Man Of Wealth 5/25/2008
462. My Memory 5/25/2008
463. Delight In The Ocean 5/25/2008
464. In The King’s Company 5/25/2008
465. Only Promise 5/29/2008
466. Listen To The Rain 5/29/2008
467. Gold And Silver 6/14/2008
468. Royal And Moral 6/14/2008
469. Upon A Hill Is A Sword 6/14/2008
470. Pity 6/14/2008
471. Youth Has A Charm 6/14/2008
472. Fortress In The Eyes 6/14/2008
473. My Fortune 5/4/2008
474. Boxes 5/4/2008
475. Political Hanging 5/4/2008
476. Democracy 5/4/2008
477. Food Is Lovely 5/4/2008
478. Love Is A Prison 5/5/2008
479. Gifts From Men 5/5/2008
480. Gray Knight 5/5/2008

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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