Arta Krasniqi

Arta Krasniqi Poems

You'll grow up one day my dear sister
and you'll realize the beautiful world you see
is a pale love of those who greed
the blue sky you see these days
...

I dream of sea
deep beautiful blue sea
I am a fish, a colorful fish
that's what I wish
...

He asked me
'How do you know
If It's love? '
I choked a laugh
...

You cannot
Teach heart
How to love
Or how much to give
...

Mist surrounded the fields
sun barely shining in morning
don't you know that we're already dead
we breathe, but we're dead
...

If I make it
to heaven
I'd love
to live
...

We are like water
Only you are a waterfall
Your stream is restless and loud
And I am a small creek
...

He would
Put her to sleep
By just whispering
And some nights
...

You
have
given
me
...

We learned

To be minimalists
...

I am a vase
a colorful vase
a vase of life
a once broken vase
...

He fought life
With bare fists
His bones
Knew the taste
...

They say you don't have a smell
but I feel it in the air
your pure drops
your sound of falling
...

When they held hands
while walking on streets
people would see them
as a whole
...

Baby,
I want to take you
To the valley I go
When I am lost
...

17.

You are
the rain
that falls
on the leaves
...

I know I love you
Because sometimes
I wish
I was the first
...

His wild heart
Never found rest
Inside the walls
Of her heart
...

My heartbeats
Are so loud
Sometimes
I wonder
...

The Best Poem Of Arta Krasniqi

My Dear Sister

You'll grow up one day my dear sister
and you'll realize the beautiful world you see
is a pale love of those who greed
the blue sky you see these days
glue that picture in your mind
for you are never going to see it again
when you grow up my dear...
I wish you hadn't...
I wish you never learn that people lie
people hate...
people are the machineries of wicked things
I wish I never see you hurt,
because I know you will get hurt some day
by some bad friend whose words are cold and pale
or by people, who never seem to get enough of weak laughter...
I wish I never see any dropp of tear on your soft innocent face
you'll always be my baby sister
but hear my dear,
the words I say are true
you'll grow up one day...one day soon
and I shall not be there forever...
learn to be thankful for beautiful things in this world
love the nature, love every part of it
and know my dear...
dreams are not real
real is for what you kneel...

Arta Krasniqi Comments

Abootalib Toupa Esfandiari 26 December 2015

Hi dear Arta, your poems are as nice as your country. I am a poet and teacher. you are so cute as Dorresa. write to me please.

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Fabrizio Frosini 27 August 2015

here's a 'LIKE'.. as you're a very good poet, indeed and remember: you're part of that ''infinity'' which is all of us.. ;)

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