Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,549 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5521. Honey, Not Pain 7/28/2011
5522. Days Of School Left 7/22/2011
5523. Faces Of Most Folk 5/19/2011
5524. Dancing For Heaven 6/26/2011
5525. Purer Soul 6/26/2011
5526. Little People 5/16/2011
5527. Brave Sword 5/6/2011
5528. Watery Eyes 5/14/2011
5529. Vampires And Mortals 5/5/2011
5530. Twisted As A Snake 5/10/2011
5531. Woodsman 2/7/2011
5532. Laughter 10/23/2010
5533. Life’s Philosophy 11/9/2010
5534. Never Can We Know 12/13/2010
5535. Crying For Nothing 2/2/2011
5536. Statues Of Sages 12/2/2010
5537. One House 10/27/2010
5538. Stand And Watch 10/23/2010
5539. Druid 10/9/2010
5540. Bold Sky 9/10/2010
5541. Headed The Other Way 10/22/2010
5542. Defending 10/18/2010
5543. Seeds Of Truth 10/15/2010
5544. The Past Is Retrieved 10/8/2010
5545. Tower Of A Nation 8/23/2010
5546. I Flow Down 8/17/2010
5547. Wanderer Of The Seas 7/26/2010
5548. Making Buildings 7/21/2010
5549. Crypt 7/19/2010
5550. We Met In A Freezer 6/30/2010
5551. Awful Burns 7/17/2010
5552. The Ode To Reading Books 7/18/2010
5553. My Dairyman 6/30/2010
5554. Respect And Holler 6/28/2010
5555. Faithful Leader 2/28/2010
5556. Swift Bird 11/21/2009
5557. To A Friend 12/7/2009
5558. Your Innocence 2/5/2010
5559. Radiant Being 2/22/2010
5560. Bouncy Ball 4/19/2010

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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