Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,525 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1401. Passing The Night 12/11/2009
1402. Empty Inside 12/11/2009
1403. Geese By Sight 12/12/2009
1404. Nights Are Lovely 12/12/2009
1405. The Wonderful World 12/13/2009
1406. Miraculous Light 12/13/2009
1407. Apple Tree 12/13/2009
1408. Rich Space 12/13/2009
1409. My Baby 12/13/2009
1410. The Showers 12/13/2009
1411. Mere Phantasy 12/13/2009
1412. Small Conversation 12/14/2009
1413. Passionate Time 12/14/2009
1414. The Bullet 12/14/2009
1415. A Glittering Star 12/14/2009
1416. Sweet Dreams 12/14/2009
1417. Years Gone 12/17/2009
1418. Our Abacus 11/28/2009
1419. Return To Youth 12/1/2009
1420. Finger 12/1/2009
1421. Papers 12/1/2009
1422. Sunlight 12/1/2009
1423. Happy Me 12/1/2009
1424. Save Their Flesh 12/4/2009
1425. Next Day 12/6/2009
1426. Until Death 12/6/2009
1427. Naming A Few Men 12/6/2009
1428. To Bake One Cake 12/6/2009
1429. Sober Month 12/18/2009
1430. Never Land 12/18/2009
1431. Receive Love 12/18/2009
1432. Difficult Terrain 12/18/2009
1433. The Life Of Wishes 12/21/2009
1434. The Chamber Of Hell 12/21/2009
1435. Five Creatures In The Sky 12/21/2009
1436. Heavy Tree 12/21/2009
1437. A Life So Great 12/22/2009
1438. Fast Winds 12/22/2009
1439. Charactered Nature 12/22/2009
1440. To Shoot 12/22/2009

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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