Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,376 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5601. Actively Arguing 2/11/2010
5602. My Tower Is Splendid 2/9/2010
5603. Leaping Like Children 2/3/2010
5604. Headdress 12/29/2009
5605. A Fairy 12/22/2009
5606. My Belly Aches 12/5/2009
5607. Strong Love 11/28/2009
5608. Finding Treasure 11/5/2009
5609. Sad Summer 11/3/2009
5610. Am I Humble? 10/30/2009
5611. Death To Design 11/1/2009
5612. Blushes 11/2/2009
5613. Death Has Steps 10/7/2009
5614. Asking Questions 10/29/2009
5615. Island Of Vagabonds 10/1/2009
5616. Brown Horses 10/1/2009
5617. Healing The Sick 9/28/2009
5618. Blessed Day And Night 9/21/2009
5619. Surviving Riches 9/21/2009
5620. God’s Creation 9/18/2009
5621. Sleeping Is Heaven 8/22/2009
5622. Murderess 8/9/2009
5623. Merman 8/8/2009
5624. Life Is Enough 7/11/2009
5625. History 7/6/2009
5626. Waiting For Success 6/20/2009
5627. Special Natures 7/1/2009
5628. Employee 7/2/2009
5629. Have Peace 6/24/2009
5630. Inner Garden 6/19/2009
5631. Sound Waves 6/14/2009
5632. My Arm 6/6/2009
5633. Space-Ship 6/1/2009
5634. Ropes Of Dignity 4/30/2009
5635. Blank Pages 3/10/2009
5636. Return To God 4/28/2009
5637. Chimes Of Justice 4/18/2009
5638. I Build 4/17/2009
5639. Description Of Love 3/9/2009
5640. Fantasy Has Been Like Rolling Dice 1/16/2008

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

Taste Of Food

In food is a certain quality of taste,
May they abstain and be erased.
For food manages my godly life,
Just as the fish manage with strife.
In this food, in that food we collapse
And honour a feast with some gaps.
The food we eat as dinner shall be kind
To the sleep we carry throughout the mind.
What food do you cook with expertise?
Fish and meat will certainly cease!

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Creation

I am suited to innocence as much as whiteness,
And the dark skies witness behaved-ones.
Looking in my direction the sunly objects fit my eye,
Once ago I say.

Too much is known and forgiven of late,
Late work is made of love fortunately on a saying
That indicated the holiness of mine:
To see God and be a part of it.