Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,997 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1001. Water Mouth-Full 6/14/2009
1002. Fantastic Stones 6/14/2009
1003. Tower Erupted 6/14/2009
1004. Death Argues 6/14/2009
1005. Abnormal Giants 6/14/2009
1006. Helmets Donned 6/15/2009
1007. Burden On Them 6/15/2009
1008. I Wanted To Know 6/15/2009
1009. Vaster 6/15/2009
1010. Cube 6/15/2009
1011. Handshakes 6/15/2009
1012. Keys To The World 6/16/2009
1013. Strange Night 6/16/2009
1014. Our Country 6/16/2009
1015. The Family 6/16/2009
1016. To Leap In Learning 6/16/2009
1017. The City Children 6/16/2009
1018. Leader’s Words 6/16/2009
1019. Nobody Moves 6/16/2009
1020. Surprising Sun 6/16/2009
1021. The Country 6/16/2009
1022. Little Writers 6/17/2009
1023. Opening To Inhale 6/17/2009
1024. Splendid Questions 6/17/2009
1025. Safe Agency 6/17/2009
1026. Your Problems 6/18/2009
1027. A God 6/19/2009
1028. The Night Laughed 6/19/2009
1029. Resented Dreams 6/19/2009
1030. Lovely Dream 6/19/2009
1031. Father’s Wife 6/19/2009
1032. Your Gods 6/19/2009
1033. Fences 6/19/2009
1034. Barn 6/19/2009
1035. Slumber Of Old Age 6/20/2009
1036. Forefathers 6/20/2009
1037. Bereavement 6/20/2009
1038. I Am Wine 6/20/2009
1039. Full Of Rain 6/20/2009
1040. Are We Ill? 6/20/2009

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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