Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,836 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

761. Users 3/4/2009
762. Deep Fish 3/4/2009
763. Brothers In A Garden 3/5/2009
764. The Wrong World 3/5/2009
765. Return Of A Man 3/6/2009
766. The Pirate Cares 3/6/2009
767. Study On The Desk 3/6/2009
768. Go To Work! 3/6/2009
769. Flight Fades 3/7/2009
770. Our Eyes And Ears 2/24/2009
771. Dealing With Wisdom 2/24/2009
772. Long Time 2/25/2009
773. The Tables And Chairs 2/25/2009
774. Sky And Moon 2/25/2009
775. Malefactors 2/25/2009
776. The Space Doctors 2/25/2009
777. In The Sky 2/25/2009
778. Clear Blue Sky 2/25/2009
779. The Coward 2/26/2009
780. Gods And Tragedy 3/1/2009
781. In Love 3/1/2009
782. Fist And Fist 3/10/2009
783. More Food 3/10/2009
784. The Human Bridge 3/10/2009
785. Flames 3/10/2009
786. The Adventurer Of God 3/10/2009
787. This Kingdom 3/10/2009
788. Kindness 3/10/2009
789. A Snake 3/11/2009
790. Dead From The Snake 3/11/2009
791. Unknown Health 3/11/2009
792. Farewell 3/12/2009
793. My Talk Of Dragons 3/12/2009
794. Toys Bring Joy 3/15/2009
795. Conditions Of Luxury 3/15/2009
796. Stones Of Death 3/16/2009
797. Blessed Cats And Dogs 3/16/2009
798. Fruit 3/17/2009
799. Priesthood 3/17/2009
800. Homage 3/17/2009

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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