Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,573 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5321. Wanderer Of The Seas 7/26/2010
5322. Making Buildings 7/21/2010
5323. Crypt 7/19/2010
5324. We Met In A Freezer 6/30/2010
5325. Awful Burns 7/17/2010
5326. The Ode To Reading Books 7/18/2010
5327. Faithful Leader 2/28/2010
5328. My Dairyman 6/30/2010
5329. Respect And Holler 6/28/2010
5330. Bouncy Ball 4/19/2010
5331. Dim And Divine 4/6/2010
5332. I Lack It 3/7/2010
5333. Actively Arguing 2/11/2010
5334. More Faith 2/16/2010
5335. Strong Love 11/28/2009
5336. To A Friend 12/7/2009
5337. Your Innocence 2/5/2010
5338. My Tower Is Splendid 2/9/2010
5339. Leaping Like Children 2/3/2010
5340. Headdress 12/29/2009
5341. A Fairy 12/22/2009
5342. My Belly Aches 12/5/2009
5343. Swift Bird 11/21/2009
5344. Finding Treasure 11/5/2009
5345. Sad Summer 11/3/2009
5346. Death To Design 11/1/2009
5347. Blushes 11/2/2009
5348. Am I Humble? 10/30/2009
5349. Asking Questions 10/29/2009
5350. Death Has Steps 10/7/2009
5351. Island Of Vagabonds 10/1/2009
5352. Brown Horses 10/1/2009
5353. Healing The Sick 9/28/2009
5354. Blessed Day And Night 9/21/2009
5355. Surviving Riches 9/21/2009
5356. God’s Creation 9/18/2009
5357. Sleeping Is Heaven 8/22/2009
5358. Murderess 8/9/2009
5359. Merman 8/8/2009
5360. Life Is Enough 7/11/2009

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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