Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 29,376 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1281. Drinking Glass 10/1/2009
1282. Fowl 10/2/2009
1283. A Comma 10/2/2009
1284. A Return To Clowning 10/2/2009
1285. Ran He? 10/2/2009
1286. Car Vision 10/2/2009
1287. Book In Bed 10/2/2009
1288. Sleepy 10/2/2009
1289. Partying 10/2/2009
1290. A Just State 10/3/2009
1291. Statements About 10/3/2009
1292. Tickets 10/3/2009
1293. The Higher Wisdom 10/3/2009
1294. Thief’s Soul 10/3/2009
1295. Crown 10/3/2009
1296. Worshipper 10/3/2009
1297. Dragon At The Top 10/3/2009
1298. Mirror-Room 10/3/2009
1299. Fraudulent Offence 10/3/2009
1300. Scoring Goals 10/4/2009
1301. Song-Days 10/5/2009
1302. Slave 10/17/2009
1303. Crawl In And Out 10/18/2009
1304. Scourge 10/18/2009
1305. Good Men Learn 10/18/2009
1306. Clashing Swords 10/18/2009
1307. Death’s Anger 10/19/2009
1308. Airspace 10/19/2009
1309. A Side To The Soul 10/19/2009
1310. Love In A Way 10/19/2009
1311. Adventures 10/19/2009
1312. Beheading 10/19/2009
1313. In Search Of Purity 10/19/2009
1314. God And Man 10/20/2009
1315. Holy Men 10/20/2009
1316. A Big Ball 10/20/2009
1317. Flying Dove 10/20/2009
1318. Angels Cry, Humans Weep 10/20/2009
1319. Ongoing 10/21/2009
1320. Sighting 10/21/2009

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

Four Seasons

Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.