Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,149 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1121. Numerate 7/19/2009
1122. Imitation 7/20/2009
1123. In Peace 7/20/2009
1124. Burning House 7/21/2009
1125. Blind In Bed 7/21/2009
1126. Treasured 7/22/2009
1127. Words 7/22/2009
1128. I Clash With Books 7/22/2009
1129. Liquid 7/22/2009
1130. Written 7/23/2009
1131. Whirlwinds 7/23/2009
1132. Throned 7/23/2009
1133. Beautiful World 7/23/2009
1134. Wiser Man 7/23/2009
1135. Love And Adoration 7/23/2009
1136. The House Of Delights 7/23/2009
1137. The Life We Had 7/23/2009
1138. Uncertainty Of War 7/23/2009
1139. Goals 7/23/2009
1140. Diabolical 7/23/2009
1141. Between Us And The Moon 7/23/2009
1142. Doing Is Clear 7/11/2009
1143. Where Trees Are, I Am! 7/11/2009
1144. Dreaming In Sleep 7/12/2009
1145. Education 7/3/2009
1146. Place To Party 7/3/2009
1147. Peace Is Uncertain 7/24/2009
1148. Life With Love 7/26/2009
1149. Party-Lad 7/27/2009
1150. Spouse Always 7/27/2009
1151. Quality Of Life 7/28/2009
1152. My Name 7/29/2009
1153. Pint Of Thoughts 7/29/2009
1154. Mistake 7/29/2009
1155. Fabulous Work 7/29/2009
1156. Remarkable Light 7/29/2009
1157. Storybook 8/9/2009
1158. Stinking Person 8/9/2009
1159. Cruelty Can Conquer 8/10/2009
1160. The Blind Of This World 8/10/2009

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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