Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,484 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2561. Litres Of Blood 7/4/2011
2562. Human Calibre 7/4/2011
2563. Bonds 7/5/2011
2564. Other Houses 7/5/2011
2565. Plums And Peaches 7/5/2011
2566. The Accomplishment 7/7/2011
2567. My Composer 7/8/2011
2568. Admirable Features 7/8/2011
2569. The Magic 7/9/2011
2570. His Prison 7/9/2011
2571. The Habits 7/9/2011
2572. Dwellers 7/10/2011
2573. Calling Minds 7/10/2011
2574. He Remembered 7/11/2011
2575. My Mother 7/15/2011
2576. I Lay There 7/15/2011
2577. Death Angels 7/15/2011
2578. The Beholding 7/15/2011
2579. Age Of Treason 7/15/2011
2580. Attached To The Heart 7/15/2011
2581. The Harpooner 7/16/2011
2582. Two Manners 7/16/2011
2583. A Strong Love 7/16/2011
2584. He Was Teaching Philosophy 7/16/2011
2585. Heaven’s Nature 7/16/2011
2586. Pursuing Virtue 7/17/2011
2587. My End Approaches 7/17/2011
2588. The Cooked Meat 7/17/2011
2589. The Day’s Luxury 7/17/2011
2590. At Every Instant 7/17/2011
2591. The Graceful Mathematician 7/17/2011
2592. I Backed Away 7/17/2011
2593. Novice Of Learning 7/17/2011
2594. Optimism 7/18/2011
2595. Mighty Living 7/18/2011
2596. Who Believes? 7/18/2011
2597. I Thank You 7/18/2011
2598. Most High 7/18/2011
2599. Ancient Sight 7/18/2011
2600. Divine One 7/18/2011

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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