Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,566 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3681. Acquisition 8/10/2013
3682. People Are Boring 8/13/2013
3683. Philosophical Life 8/13/2013
3684. I Discovered 8/14/2013
3685. I Must Be Tamed 8/18/2013
3686. In A Dark Underworld 8/19/2013
3687. The Duck 8/21/2013
3688. Slamming The Feet 8/21/2013
3689. Crisis In Your Life 7/10/2013
3690. My Eye 7/11/2013
3691. Splendid Sailor 7/11/2013
3692. Energies 7/12/2013
3693. With Sleepless Eyes 7/12/2013
3694. Coloured Handkerchief 7/12/2013
3695. Rocks Thrown 7/12/2013
3696. Sumptuous Sea 7/12/2013
3697. I Saw His Prison 7/12/2013
3698. Through My Life 7/13/2013
3699. Writing Rebels 7/13/2013
3700. The Creed Adopted 7/15/2013
3701. Guilt-Free 7/16/2013
3702. I Must Confess 7/16/2013
3703. The Jumping Man 8/22/2013
3704. Stammering 8/22/2013
3705. The Wrong Path 8/24/2013
3706. Once A Life 8/24/2013
3707. Cleanness 8/24/2013
3708. Quelling 8/26/2013
3709. Farewell To The Stars At Night 8/26/2013
3710. One Arm And One Leg 8/26/2013
3711. Remember Them Well 8/28/2013
3712. Tonight The Mist 8/30/2013
3713. Falsehood Has Allies 8/30/2013
3714. Very True Doctor 8/30/2013
3715. Alone At A Club 9/1/2013
3716. All The Time 9/1/2013
3717. Delinquency 9/2/2013
3718. Roaming Hearts 9/2/2013
3719. Mouth Wants 9/2/2013
3720. Gushing 9/2/2013

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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