Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,271 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

561. Doctor And Tools 7/19/2008
562. The Dragon And Dwarf 7/21/2008
563. Fuel For Life 7/21/2008
564. The Moon 7/23/2008
565. Gates Of Royalty 7/23/2008
566. Flight To The Moon 7/24/2008
567. Demand 7/25/2008
568. My Virtues 7/27/2008
569. I Am The Doctor 7/27/2008
570. Gift Of Knowledge 7/28/2008
571. Mind Of A Genius 7/28/2008
572. Find One Solution 7/29/2008
573. Manly Matter 7/29/2008
574. The Sea I Drive 7/29/2008
575. The World That Lies 7/30/2008
576. Very Friendly Computer 7/30/2008
577. In A City 7/30/2008
578. Afar 7/30/2008
579. Goats And Bread 7/31/2008
580. Called Music 7/31/2008
581. Light Does Matter 7/31/2008
582. With Eyes I Cry 7/31/2008
583. Most Attachment 7/31/2008
584. A Life Of Another 8/1/2008
585. Snowy Plain 8/1/2008
586. Upon The Mountain 8/3/2008
587. To Make Money 8/3/2008
588. My Blade And Yours 8/3/2008
589. The Apocalypse 8/3/2008
590. A Sea-Disease 8/3/2008
591. Astonishing Travels 8/4/2008
592. They Are Knowing 8/5/2008
593. Marching In Numbers 8/6/2008
594. Unceasing Rain 8/6/2008
595. Walking Tables 8/7/2008
596. They Cannot See 8/7/2008
597. Windows 10/13/2008
598. It Is Cruel 10/13/2008
599. Following The Force 11/1/2008
600. The Wind Returns 11/1/2008

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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