Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,216 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3841. On This Rainbow 4/12/2014
3842. Chains For Me 4/12/2014
3843. All Of Lycanthropy 4/12/2014
3844. To Be A Quest 4/13/2014
3845. Areas 4/14/2014
3846. Absent Food 4/14/2014
3847. Crocodile Beach 4/15/2014
3848. Old Words 4/15/2014
3849. Serving 4/22/2014
3850. Encumbered By Winds 4/22/2014
3851. Car Of Clay 4/22/2014
3852. Love Me Until Death 4/22/2014
3853. Three Gifts 4/22/2014
3854. Live The Profession Called Life 4/22/2014
3855. Life Must Not Fail 4/22/2014
3856. Our Soul 4/22/2014
3857. Peace Began 4/23/2014
3858. Awkward Heads 4/23/2014
3859. Maniacal 4/27/2014
3860. Waters Of Grief 4/28/2014
3861. Stare Into Space 4/28/2014
3862. Chrysalis 4/28/2014
3863. Alone In Space 4/30/2014
3864. Sweet Sheep 4/30/2014
3865. Tasted By Clothes 4/30/2014
3866. Horses Galloping 4/30/2014
3867. All Four 4/30/2014
3868. A Plot 5/1/2014
3869. Swaying Bridges 5/2/2014
3870. Strong Whiskey 5/2/2014
3871. Gates To Darkness 5/2/2014
3872. The Religious Path 5/5/2014
3873. I Sat Perplexed 5/5/2014
3874. Billion People 5/6/2014
3875. Actual Rain 5/8/2014
3876. Feasts Of Sin 5/10/2014
3877. Hot Toys 5/10/2014
3878. One Brotherhood 5/13/2014
3879. I Am 5/14/2014
3880. Fall Of The Leaf 5/14/2014

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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