Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,365 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5601. A Person Is Thinking 10/14/2017
5602. The Face To The Sky 10/6/2017
5603. Ice Cream 12/31/2015
5604. The River 7/3/2009
5605. The English Language 9/30/2009
5606. Arms Of Love 3/11/2015
5607. The Animals’ Status 9/20/2011
5608. Beautiful Courage 12/26/2013
5609. Food Circle 2/14/2014
5610. The Silver Sword 8/3/2014
5611. Stages Of A Hero 10/5/2009
5612. Begotten 9/6/2009
5613. Beach 10/2/2013
5614. Cats Loved 10/18/2011
5615. Commerce 7/29/2010
5616. Food In The Mouth 7/20/2010
5617. Sonnet Of Happiness 1/20/2008
5618. Good Work 6/11/2009
5619. The Brown Bear 4/27/2009
5620. Many Lower Animals 12/23/2014
5621. The Animal And The Plant 8/20/2007
5622. A Couple Needs Space 7/4/2007
5623. A Book 2/6/2008
5624. Stones 5/14/2009
5625. A Blow Of Cruelty 8/7/2008
5626. Heavenly Winter 6/6/2009
5627. Homes 7/3/2009
5628. Fighting-Chance 7/8/2009
5629. Readers Of Many Words 11/10/2017
5630. Fast Cars 5/1/2009
5631. Living Things 7/12/2009
5632. Learn My Farce 6/19/2015
5633. A Big Present 4/30/2009
5634. System Collapses 6/11/2013
5635. To Slay 7/19/2013
5636. Taste Of Food 11/27/2009
5637. “ghosts Are For The Telling” 6/14/2008
5638. Huge Heart 1/8/2013
5639. For Every Storm 6/29/2008

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

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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