Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,379 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

961. Charisma 6/1/2009
962. Quality Of Hell For The Non-Believers 6/1/2009
963. Guy Fawkes 6/2/2009
964. Feedback 6/2/2009
965. The Boer Wars 6/3/2009
966. The Boa 6/5/2009
967. Insignificance 6/6/2009
968. Sounds Of Life 6/6/2009
969. Devotion 6/6/2009
970. Labyrinth 6/6/2009
971. Charcoal 6/6/2009
972. Behaviour 6/6/2009
973. Tragic Comedy 6/6/2009
974. Suggestions 6/6/2009
975. To Quell 6/6/2009
976. The Hair 6/6/2009
977. My Physique 6/7/2009
978. Manly Talk 6/7/2009
979. Of The Apes 6/7/2009
980. Hardship 6/8/2009
981. Night 6/11/2009
982. Skills Taken 6/11/2009
983. Endless Sounds 6/11/2009
984. End The Dispute 6/11/2009
985. Senseless Prison 6/11/2009
986. Goal Of Happiness 6/11/2009
987. Never Fear 6/11/2009
988. My Time With Death 6/11/2009
989. Peaceful Warrior 6/11/2009
990. Special Love 6/11/2009
991. Polluted World 6/12/2009
992. Green World 6/12/2009
993. Gargoyle 6/12/2009
994. When Questioned 6/13/2009
995. A Sacrifice 6/13/2009
996. The Cloud 6/13/2009
997. Up In The Winds 6/13/2009
998. A Hidden Place 6/13/2009
999. Young Goals 6/14/2009
1000. Passive Breathing 6/14/2009

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

To Slay

To slump and slay shall be the decision,
To get the rest needs rest itself, as the basket
Is carried by the limped workers.
Sleep pokes at you from the higher reaches,
Positions of splendour exist for those who wait
And persevere like the bison and cattle of that nation.

It rests on a premise, and it rests on splendour,
For hearts may conquer the beloved,
He revolves around a circle
And the circle revolves around him,
Holding a foot with a hand
And a hand made useful feet.

Read the full of To Slay

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.