Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,966 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2001. He Haunts Me 9/19/2010
2002. The Death 9/21/2010
2003. Green Woods 9/21/2010
2004. Our Star And Earth 9/21/2010
2005. O Wonderful! 9/21/2010
2006. Stormy Weather 9/21/2010
2007. All The Pilgrims 9/22/2010
2008. Sweep From The Mind 9/24/2010
2009. Useful Life 9/24/2010
2010. Me And Wine 9/24/2010
2011. Sly Thinker 9/24/2010
2012. Furious Poison 9/25/2010
2013. Combat Encounter 9/25/2010
2014. Proud Coast 9/25/2010
2015. Unlock The Desk 9/26/2010
2016. Madden Me Not 9/26/2010
2017. Annoyance In The Garden 9/27/2010
2018. Exploit So Massive 9/27/2010
2019. Inferiority 9/27/2010
2020. Set In The Ways 9/28/2010
2021. Morning And Evening 9/28/2010
2022. Gibberish 9/28/2010
2023. Everlasting Skin 9/30/2010
2024. Rebuked 9/30/2010
2025. Courtly Appearance 9/30/2010
2026. I Wish The World 9/30/2010
2027. Please Me Now 8/23/2010
2028. Organizations 8/25/2010
2029. Real Insight 8/25/2010
2030. Stars At Night 8/25/2010
2031. Equations 8/25/2010
2032. Sensible Thinker 8/25/2010
2033. Unlawful Business 8/25/2010
2034. The Dale 8/26/2010
2035. Perfect Performance 8/26/2010
2036. To Attain 8/26/2010
2037. Many Boast 8/27/2010
2038. Colourful Dresses 8/27/2010
2039. Destroy The Years 8/27/2010
2040. The Crust Broke 8/28/2010

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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