Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,549 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

881. Page Of A Soldier 4/19/2009
882. Righteous One 4/19/2009
883. To Adapt 4/19/2009
884. To Be Adept 4/20/2009
885. Equate 4/20/2009
886. Worry 4/20/2009
887. Life Fatigue 4/20/2009
888. Remembering An Arrow 4/20/2009
889. Lying Heart 4/20/2009
890. Democrat 4/20/2009
891. A Ghost 4/20/2009
892. Particular Crime 4/21/2009
893. Proper Genes 4/21/2009
894. My Living 4/22/2009
895. The Garden 4/22/2009
896. Your Face 4/23/2009
897. The Art Of Living 4/23/2009
898. A New Horizon 4/23/2009
899. Customs 4/23/2009
900. Additions To Your Life 4/24/2009
901. War 4/24/2009
902. Upstairs Peace 4/24/2009
903. Undersea 4/24/2009
904. Dreams 4/24/2009
905. Gods Are Light 4/24/2009
906. Piety 4/24/2009
907. In The Wind 4/17/2009
908. The Successful 4/17/2009
909. Cruelty 4/17/2009
910. Youth’s Anatomy 4/17/2009
911. Lycanthropy 4/17/2009
912. Astronomer 4/18/2009
913. Birds And Us 4/18/2009
914. Principles Of War 4/27/2009
915. The Path Of Destruction 4/28/2009
916. Reality Of Life 4/28/2009
917. Double The Age 4/28/2009
918. To Learn And Live 4/28/2009
919. Go Then 4/28/2009
920. Drifting 4/29/2009

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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