Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,701 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3241. Stoning The Devil 2/15/2013
3242. Life Cycle 2/15/2013
3243. Inside The Circle 2/16/2013
3244. The Strong Dialogue 2/18/2013
3245. That Foot 2/20/2013
3246. The Light 2/21/2013
3247. Adages 2/23/2013
3248. Partridge 2/23/2013
3249. Mud Being 2/23/2013
3250. Inside The Whale 2/24/2013
3251. Near The Choir 2/25/2013
3252. Desperate Dogs 2/25/2013
3253. Acts Of Losing 10/28/2011
3254. Whispers From A Dog 10/28/2011
3255. Pure Imagination 11/19/2012
3256. A Tale Died 11/19/2012
3257. Monumental Book 12/28/2012
3258. Poetic Story 12/29/2012
3259. Creatures In The Night 12/29/2012
3260. Infinite And Finite 12/30/2012
3261. Brilliant Thinkers 12/30/2012
3262. Other Men 12/30/2012
3263. On This Path 2/26/2013
3264. Their Heraldry 2/27/2013
3265. I Need The Abbot 2/27/2013
3266. Lips That Bore Me 2/27/2013
3267. Longest River 3/1/2013
3268. Throne Of God 3/1/2013
3269. Freedom Was Lacking 3/2/2013
3270. Tossed Map 3/3/2013
3271. Rippling 3/3/2013
3272. Their Hands Joined 3/3/2013
3273. Never Lie 3/4/2013
3274. Lantern Glows 3/4/2013
3275. Understand The Stars 4/13/2013
3276. Screaming Toys 4/13/2013
3277. Masterful And Powerful 4/14/2013
3278. Colourful Herbs 4/14/2013
3279. Like Grendel 4/14/2013
3280. Heavenwards 4/14/2013

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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