Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,124 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5241. The Happiness Of Conquest 1/26/2018
5242. The Vortex 3/22/2018
5243. Years Of Rightness 3/22/2018
5244. Heating The Man's House 3/23/2018
5245. Melody Of The Heart 3/23/2018
5246. Muslim Man 3/24/2018
5247. I Don't Go Far 3/25/2018
5248. In The Death Of Night 3/27/2018
5249. An Open Friend 3/31/2018
5250. Cosmic Truth 4/7/2018
5251. O Force Of Health 4/7/2018
5252. Community Of Food 4/11/2018
5253. The Laughing Tone 4/11/2018
5254. The Very Straight Path 4/18/2018
5255. I Am The Way Of Words 4/18/2018
5256. Heavenly Observations 4/18/2018
5257. My Atom Of Friendship 4/19/2018
5258. The Matters Of The Ocean 4/19/2018
5259. The Red Flame Disappears 4/22/2018
5260. Only The Eyes 4/25/2018
5261. The Sleep Before Death 5/2/2018
5262. Kindness Is A Comfort 5/2/2018
5263. Bread Is My Death 5/7/2018
5264. All Of This Body 5/10/2018
5265. My Fingers 5/12/2018
5266. Captain Of My Heart 5/14/2018
5267. My Chest Is My Knowledge 5/17/2018
5268. Needles In The Feet 5/19/2018
5269. On This Earth 5/25/2018
5270. I Own You 5/28/2018
5271. Beyond The Hills 6/2/2018
5272. When You Work 6/2/2018
5273. The Heart And Soul 6/3/2018
5274. The Falling Walls 6/8/2018
5275. You Entered Like The Officer 6/10/2018
5276. Asleep 6/14/2018
5277. My Heart Is On Ice 6/14/2018
5278. I Begin To Curl 6/14/2018
5279. I Mimic Them 6/14/2018
5280. Time Is Too High 6/16/2018

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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