Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 22,271 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

1641. Not Today 3/26/2010
1642. Know The Wild 3/26/2010
1643. Goals Often 3/26/2010
1644. Wit All The Time 3/29/2010
1645. Amazing Songs 3/29/2010
1646. Hazardous Anger 3/30/2010
1647. National Unrest 3/30/2010
1648. Tears Come 4/5/2010
1649. Hospital Discharge 4/5/2010
1650. Straight Pathway 4/5/2010
1651. Death Of Life 4/5/2010
1652. Strong Love For Death 4/5/2010
1653. In The Mirror 4/6/2010
1654. The Scholar 4/6/2010
1655. Shooting Ducks In Space 4/6/2010
1656. A Dime 4/7/2010
1657. Soldier’s Walk 4/7/2010
1658. Older Thoughts 4/7/2010
1659. Pour The Water Of Love 4/7/2010
1660. Deeper Denizens 4/7/2010
1661. Worried About Work 4/8/2010
1662. Music Of Life 4/8/2010
1663. Own Place Of The City 4/8/2010
1664. Thoughts Inside 4/8/2010
1665. Run On 4/9/2010
1666. Darker Places 4/9/2010
1667. Evil Slaves 4/9/2010
1668. The Last Day 4/9/2010
1669. To Love This Heart 4/9/2010
1670. Bed Of Roses 4/12/2010
1671. Letters’ Shape 4/12/2010
1672. Love This World 4/12/2010
1673. O Lovely One 4/16/2010
1674. I Am Feathered 4/19/2010
1675. My People Die 4/21/2010
1676. Our Family Joy 4/22/2010
1677. Brute To Blame 4/22/2010
1678. Clouded 4/22/2010
1679. Effort 4/23/2010
1680. Drinking The Ocean 4/23/2010

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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