Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,729 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5801. Life And Death 6/23/2006
5802. A Cry 1/18/2008
5803. Season After Season 9/21/2007
5804. Vampires Have Disappeared 1/16/2008
5805. A Blast 2/1/2009
5806. Prizes 2/11/2009
5807. Plastic People 10/10/2008
5808. My Soul 4/17/2009
5809. Tunnel Of Wind 5/2/2009
5810. I Saw You 7/4/2009
5811. Time 8/19/2009
5812. Maker Of Horror 8/18/2009
5813. Fire 5/16/2009
5814. The Good Soul 6/8/2009
5815. The River 7/3/2009
5816. The English Language 9/30/2009
5817. Arms Of Love 3/11/2015
5818. Beautiful Courage 12/26/2013
5819. The Animals’ Status 9/20/2011
5820. Food Circle 2/14/2014
5821. The Silver Sword 8/3/2014
5822. Stages Of A Hero 10/5/2009
5823. Begotten 9/6/2009
5824. Beach 10/2/2013
5825. Cats Loved 10/18/2011
5826. Commerce 7/29/2010
5827. Food In The Mouth 7/20/2010
5828. Sonnet Of Happiness 1/20/2008
5829. Good Work 6/11/2009
5830. The Brown Bear 4/27/2009
5831. Many Lower Animals 12/23/2014
5832. Stones 5/14/2009
5833. A Blow Of Cruelty 8/7/2008
5834. Heavenly Winter 6/6/2009
5835. Homes 7/3/2009
5836. Fighting-Chance 7/8/2009
5837. A Book 2/6/2008
5838. A Couple Needs Space 7/4/2007
5839. Readers Of Many Words 11/10/2017
5840. Fast Cars 5/1/2009

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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