Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,222 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5561. Outspoken 2/16/2010
5562. Boats On Water 2/28/2010
5563. Wiser, Or More Than A Fire 5/20/2010
5564. Eat A Bagel 3/18/2010
5565. Flowers At Night 7/5/2010
5566. Compass 8/14/2010
5567. Leadership 8/8/2010
5568. Greedy Men 8/30/2010
5569. Never War 9/9/2010
5570. Two Paths 11/25/2010
5571. I See A Man 12/29/2010
5572. Let The Baby Cry 10/26/2010
5573. Our Thatched House 5/5/2011
5574. Blind Horses 4/21/2011
5575. Going To The Other Side 2/8/2011
5576. The Meal 6/15/2011
5577. Dark Journey 4/28/2011
5578. My Feelings With Animals And Birds 1/25/2011
5579. Theory Of Knowledge 11/9/2010
5580. Coffin’s Argument 12/10/2010
5581. Angry Mountain 10/23/2010
5582. My Name That Runs 11/5/2010
5583. Ambitions 7/23/2010
5584. Surfing Today 3/17/2010
5585. A Calamitous Situation 2/22/2010
5586. Bravery And Courage 12/23/2009
5587. Open The Door 2/2/2010
5588. Weathers 12/18/2009
5589. Hit 11/26/2009
5590. Mighty Volcano 11/20/2009
5591. A Brave Child 10/17/2009
5592. I Am Filled With Emotions 7/29/2009
5593. Man’s Work 7/2/2009
5594. School 5/6/2008
5595. A Pool Of Blood 7/15/2008
5596. My Nose For Knowledge 5/3/2008
5597. Liars 1/20/2008
5598. Snowy Season 1/19/2008
5599. Desire 6/22/2006
5600. Highlights Of An Obedient Soldier 2/4/2015

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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