Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,942 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5601. The External Poet 11/2/2015
5602. Inside This Vessel 8/17/2015
5603. Wondrous Souls 8/7/2015
5604. Sudden Walls 9/27/2015
5605. The Face To The Sky 10/6/2017
5606. Angels Are Alive 11/21/2009
5607. Blood Flows 9/25/2009
5608. Reliance On Murder 6/10/2010
5609. Danger Ahead 6/23/2010
5610. Spiritual Travel 7/2/2010
5611. Learning From Words 2/21/2010
5612. Big Cats 4/20/2011
5613. Becoming Rich 8/9/2010
5614. Life And Death 6/23/2006
5615. A Cry 1/18/2008
5616. Season After Season 9/21/2007
5617. Vampires Have Disappeared 1/16/2008
5618. A Blast 2/1/2009
5619. Prizes 2/11/2009
5620. Plastic People 10/10/2008
5621. My Soul 4/17/2009
5622. Tunnel Of Wind 5/2/2009
5623. I Saw You 7/4/2009
5624. Time 8/19/2009
5625. Maker Of Horror 8/18/2009
5626. Fire 5/16/2009
5627. The Good Soul 6/8/2009
5628. The River 7/3/2009
5629. The English Language 9/30/2009
5630. Arms Of Love 3/11/2015
5631. Beautiful Courage 12/26/2013
5632. The Animals’ Status 9/20/2011
5633. Food Circle 2/14/2014
5634. The Silver Sword 8/3/2014
5635. Stages Of A Hero 10/5/2009
5636. Begotten 9/6/2009
5637. Beach 10/2/2013
5638. Cats Loved 10/18/2011
5639. Commerce 7/29/2010
5640. Food In The Mouth 7/20/2010

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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