Naveed Akram

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

Naveed Akram Poems

1801. My Chief 6/27/2010
1802. Woe Here 6/27/2010
1803. Vast 6/28/2010
1804. A Dime 4/7/2010
1805. Soldier’s Walk 4/7/2010
1806. Older Thoughts 4/7/2010
1807. Pour The Water Of Love 4/7/2010
1808. Deeper Denizens 4/7/2010
1809. Worried About Work 4/8/2010
1810. Music Of Life 4/8/2010
1811. Own Place Of The City 4/8/2010
1812. Thoughts Inside 4/8/2010
1813. Run On 4/9/2010
1814. Darker Places 4/9/2010
1815. Evil Slaves 4/9/2010
1816. The Last Day 4/9/2010
1817. To Love This Heart 4/9/2010
1818. Bed Of Roses 4/12/2010
1819. Letters’ Shape 4/12/2010
1820. Love This World 4/12/2010
1821. O Lovely One 4/16/2010
1822. I Am Feathered 4/19/2010
1823. Well Actions 6/28/2010
1824. Pivot 6/28/2010
1825. Glorious Speech 6/28/2010
1826. Explorer 6/28/2010
1827. Odium 6/28/2010
1828. Jolly Ending 6/28/2010
1829. Sonnet Of Describing 6/28/2010
1830. My Menacing Obstacle 6/29/2010
1831. Ceremony 6/29/2010
1832. Symbolic Gesture 6/29/2010
1833. Ask My Meaning 6/29/2010
1834. My Drought 6/29/2010
1835. Powers Of The Stars 6/29/2010
1836. Psionics 6/29/2010
1837. Strong Points 6/29/2010
1838. Slideway 6/29/2010
1839. Speech And Worship 6/29/2010
1840. A Horse To Outrun 6/29/2010

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

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

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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