Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,397 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

5841. Arms Of Love 3/11/2015
5842. Beautiful Courage 12/26/2013
5843. The Animals’ Status 9/20/2011
5844. Food Circle 2/14/2014
5845. The Silver Sword 8/3/2014
5846. Stages Of A Hero 10/5/2009
5847. Begotten 9/6/2009
5848. City-Dweller 10/24/2009
5849. Beach 10/2/2013
5850. Cats Loved 10/18/2011
5851. Commerce 7/29/2010
5852. Food In The Mouth 7/20/2010
5853. Sonnet Of Happiness 1/20/2008
5854. Good Work 6/11/2009
5855. The Brown Bear 4/27/2009
5856. Many Lower Animals 12/23/2014
5857. The Animal And The Plant 8/20/2007
5858. A Couple Needs Space 7/4/2007
5859. A Book 2/6/2008
5860. Stones 5/14/2009
5861. A Blow Of Cruelty 8/7/2008
5862. Heavenly Winter 6/6/2009
5863. Homes 7/3/2009
5864. Fighting-Chance 7/8/2009
5865. Readers Of Many Words 11/10/2017
5866. Fast Cars 5/1/2009
5867. Living Things 7/12/2009
5868. Learn My Farce 6/19/2015
5869. A Big Present 4/30/2009
5870. System Collapses 6/11/2013
5871. To Slay 7/19/2013
5872. Taste Of Food 11/27/2009
5873. “ghosts Are For The Telling” 6/14/2008
5874. Huge Heart 1/8/2013
5875. For Every Storm 6/29/2008

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

Huge Heart

My heart and soul seeks for splendor,
The beautiful ones try their poetry and words
For riches to come in the Hereafter.
I see unity as a bridge, a sign will tell,
The beloved sleeps and awakes once,
When the huger tasks are complete.
This perfectly undoes the ruin of illness,
Pure liquids are ingested to refrain from
The hissing of the Serpent, which whispers
Into the ear and wants your eyes to deceive
The parent and the boy, the son and daughter,
The family of the Heaven.

My heart has taken this soul as a medicine,
A remedy or vial that rests...

Read the full of Huge Heart

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.