Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,472 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

161. One Region 9/30/2006
162. Lowlife 9/30/2006
163. Your Career 9/30/2006
164. I Did It 9/30/2006
165. Why The Gods? 10/1/2006
166. Four Deaths 10/2/2006
167. Height Of Sin 10/2/2006
168. My Skin 10/2/2006
169. Sweet? 10/2/2006
170. Heavenly 8/22/2007
171. Man’s Hug 8/22/2007
172. Arab Men 8/22/2007
173. War Is A Lie? 8/26/2007
174. Keep Humour 8/26/2007
175. Birds And The Above 8/27/2007
176. A Rich Man 8/27/2007
177. Religion Of A Child 8/28/2007
178. Marching Troops 9/5/2007
179. Season After Season 9/21/2007
180. Ghosts Of The Deep 10/7/2007
181. Innocence Of Fellows 10/7/2007
182. Sentence Of All 10/7/2007
183. He Died 10/7/2007
184. Horizons 10/19/2007
185. Hatred 11/19/2007
186. Anthem 11/19/2007
187. Real Family 11/19/2007
188. A Dragon 11/28/2007
189. Only The Slaves 12/1/2007
190. A Kingly Man 12/1/2007
191. Done Everything 12/5/2007
192. Deserter 12/5/2007
193. Rest On Their Souls 12/19/2007
194. Aiming 12/25/2007
195. Explosion 12/25/2007
196. The Region 12/25/2007
197. Another Deity 12/25/2007
198. Godlinesses 12/25/2007
199. Fancy 12/25/2007
200. Law 12/25/2007

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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