Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,549 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3241. Robbery 1/24/2013
3242. Pleated And Creased 1/25/2013
3243. Road To Defeat 1/25/2013
3244. The Masters 1/28/2013
3245. Beautiful Thoughts 2/2/2013
3246. Of Century 2/2/2013
3247. The Thrown Thought 2/3/2013
3248. Musical Angels 2/3/2013
3249. Numerals 2/5/2013
3250. Days Of The Year 2/6/2013
3251. The Sea 2/7/2013
3252. Red Red Blood 2/14/2013
3253. Stoning The Devil 2/15/2013
3254. Life Cycle 2/15/2013
3255. Inside The Circle 2/16/2013
3256. The Strong Dialogue 2/18/2013
3257. That Foot 2/20/2013
3258. The Light 2/21/2013
3259. Adages 2/23/2013
3260. Partridge 2/23/2013
3261. Mud Being 2/23/2013
3262. Inside The Whale 2/24/2013
3263. Near The Choir 2/25/2013
3264. Desperate Dogs 2/25/2013
3265. On This Path 2/26/2013
3266. Their Heraldry 2/27/2013
3267. I Need The Abbot 2/27/2013
3268. Lips That Bore Me 2/27/2013
3269. Longest River 3/1/2013
3270. Throne Of God 3/1/2013
3271. Freedom Was Lacking 3/2/2013
3272. Tossed Map 3/3/2013
3273. Rippling 3/3/2013
3274. Their Hands Joined 3/3/2013
3275. Never Lie 3/4/2013
3276. Lantern Glows 3/4/2013
3277. He Did Not Budge 3/4/2013
3278. Employment Up Above 3/4/2013
3279. Source Of The Voice 3/4/2013
3280. The Students 3/5/2013

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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