Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,942 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

3921. The Cannon 2/2/2014
3922. Dirty Lamp 2/3/2014
3923. The Human Pleasures 2/3/2014
3924. One Man 2/3/2014
3925. I Never Knew 2/5/2014
3926. Lately 2/6/2014
3927. Midnight Has Children 2/8/2014
3928. Great Mind 2/9/2014
3929. My Heart Is Sinking 2/9/2014
3930. Love Brings Love 2/10/2014
3931. Our Religion 2/11/2014
3932. My Path Is Fearful 2/11/2014
3933. Keep Adoration 2/11/2014
3934. The Night Follows The Day 2/11/2014
3935. Love Is This Kingdom 2/12/2014
3936. Being Of 2/12/2014
3937. Sent To Pain 2/12/2014
3938. Cubic House 2/12/2014
3939. A Tale 2/12/2014
3940. I Say To Decimate 2/12/2014
3941. Laughter Of One Nation 2/12/2014
3942. Eating By Paupers 2/12/2014
3943. The World Cry 2/13/2014
3944. I Became Silent 2/13/2014
3945. A Public Figure 11/16/2013
3946. The Alleys Of Rain 11/18/2013
3947. This Smiling Race 11/18/2013
3948. Strands Of Hair 11/18/2013
3949. A Covered Stag 11/20/2013
3950. Scientists 11/20/2013
3951. Glad Sight 11/21/2013
3952. Swimming Reptile 11/22/2013
3953. One Bitterness 11/23/2013
3954. Slopes 11/24/2013
3955. Combining With 11/25/2013
3956. Revered Hills 11/25/2013
3957. The Moves 11/25/2013
3958. The Moons Are Beneficial 11/26/2013
3959. Foul Growls 11/26/2013
3960. The Destruction 11/27/2013

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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