Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,244 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2841. Justice Itself 7/26/2006
2842. Kept One 6/24/2006
2843. Lorbardo 6/10/2007
2844. Neither Do I Love 2/4/2007
2845. Pencils And Pens 6/24/2006
2846. Position Of Yours 9/30/2006
2847. Robot 10/2/2006
2848. Separate Him From Me 6/24/2006
2849. Soldier 9/30/2006
2850. The Nice Hell 10/2/2006
2851. The Sun 4/3/2007
2852. Thunder 9/3/2007
2853. Very Worthwhile 6/28/2006
2854. Your Pleasure 6/24/2006
2855. I Hope For Improvement 10/10/2011
2856. Clumsy Welcome 10/11/2011
2857. Manly Combat 10/12/2011
2858. Complete Love 10/12/2011
2859. The Truth Is Before Them 10/13/2011
2860. The Divinity 10/13/2011
2861. A Cycle 10/15/2011
2862. It Arrived 10/15/2011
2863. Despairing And Melting 10/15/2011
2864. Electric Fire 10/15/2011
2865. Ethereal 10/15/2011
2866. Rhapsody Of Talismans 10/15/2011
2867. Glamorous Rivers 10/16/2011
2868. Roaming Numerals 10/16/2011
2869. Strange Deeds 10/16/2011
2870. Bitter Images 10/17/2011
2871. Dark And Dangerous 10/19/2011
2872. Poems Of Dust 10/19/2011
2873. Dashing And Halting 10/21/2011
2874. Deep Ways 10/22/2011
2875. My Farce 10/22/2011
2876. Begin This Quest 10/22/2011
2877. To Be In Peace 10/25/2011
2878. Lions And God 10/25/2011
2879. My Sky And Land 10/25/2011
2880. In The Ground We Lie 10/25/2011

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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