Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,524 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1201. The Dawn 8/8/2009
1202. I Am True 8/9/2009
1203. Painful 8/18/2009
1204. Dark And Gloomy 8/18/2009
1205. Musical Performance 8/18/2009
1206. Seafood 8/18/2009
1207. Studying 8/18/2009
1208. Tropical Trees 8/18/2009
1209. Time 8/19/2009
1210. Wind Outside 8/19/2009
1211. Doctor’s Knowledge 8/19/2009
1212. Fearful Of You 8/19/2009
1213. I Say Thanks 8/19/2009
1214. I See Everything 8/19/2009
1215. My Religion 8/19/2009
1216. Greedy 8/20/2009
1217. When I Dream 8/20/2009
1218. Love So Certain 8/20/2009
1219. Lucky Sin 8/20/2009
1220. Speed Of The River 8/21/2009
1221. Fierce Storms 8/23/2009
1222. Forgive Me 8/25/2009
1223. Sections Of A Book 8/29/2009
1224. Desks 8/29/2009
1225. Be Love 8/29/2009
1226. Only My Wealth 8/29/2009
1227. An Appellation 8/30/2009
1228. Barmbrack 8/30/2009
1229. The Conscript 8/30/2009
1230. Blotch 8/30/2009
1231. Nearer 8/31/2009
1232. Tender 8/31/2009
1233. Important Elf 9/2/2009
1234. Bloodbath 9/2/2009
1235. He Created Me 9/2/2009
1236. Guide Me 9/2/2009
1237. Healing 9/2/2009
1238. Worrisome 9/2/2009
1239. Straight Road 9/2/2009
1240. This Prison 9/2/2009

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.

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Wonder At All

All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status

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