Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,299 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

321. To Think Of The Devil 5/5/2007
322. Commence The Days 5/7/2007
323. Head Of State 5/16/2007
324. Life's End 5/16/2007
325. Keep Days 5/17/2007
326. Hitmen 5/19/2007
327. Speech, Please 5/21/2007
328. To Enjoy Life 5/21/2007
329. Destroy 5/21/2007
330. Like God 5/25/2007
331. Amazon Queen 5/27/2007
332. Small Limbs 6/2/2007
333. All Of Life 6/14/2007
334. Man Is In Heaven 6/14/2007
335. In A Different Plane Of Existence 6/17/2007
336. The War 6/17/2007
337. The Boy Soldier And The Military Man 6/17/2007
338. Death-Face 6/20/2007
339. Timeness 7/1/2007
340. Delightful Plant-Life 7/1/2007
341. Powerful Position 7/2/2007
342. Crying Aloud 7/2/2007
343. The Sky And The Sun 7/3/2007
344. Powerful Questions 7/3/2007
345. Love Is Another Feature 7/3/2007
346. Life Is Precious 7/4/2007
347. Mortal Sinner 7/4/2007
348. No Distrust 3/7/2007
349. A Royalty 3/7/2007
350. Real Man 3/7/2007
351. Living People 3/7/2007
352. Icarus Fell 3/26/2007
353. Our Living 3/26/2007
354. A Thief 3/26/2007
355. Joy, It Means 3/26/2007
356. Edith And Edna 3/30/2007
357. Exercise It 3/30/2007
358. Under The Water They Live 3/30/2007
359. Forever The Days... 3/30/2007
360. Goings 6/24/2006

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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