Un\u2019 jam ajo…..
\nUn\u2019 jam ajo… Q\u00eb ti nuk njohe kurr\u00eb,
\nAjo q\u00eb dikur i shprehe \u201cdashurin\u00eb\u201d.
\nJam ajo, q\u00eb fjal\u00eb boshe nga ty d\u00ebgjoi kaq shum\u00eb,
\nAjo q\u00eb nga ti, nuk ka par\u00eb asnj\u00eb vep\u00ebr t\u00eb mir\u00eb!
\nUn\u2018 jam ajo… Q\u00eb kaq shum\u00eb ndjeja p\u00ebr ty,
\nNdjenj\u00eb t\u00eb cilen ti me k\u00ebmb\u00eb e shkele.
\nJam ajo, q\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka e braktisi p\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb,
\nDhe ti, si shp\u00ebrblim… shpin\u00ebn ia ktheve!
\nUn\u2018 jam ajo… Q\u00eb si vdekjen t\u00eb kam urryer,
\nTy q\u00eb dikur t\u2019kam dashur, m\u00eb shum\u00eb se jet\u00ebn.
\nJam ajo, q\u00eb fal\u00eb teje u njoha me dashurin\u00eb,
\nPo p\u00ebrs\u00ebri nga ty e njoha edhe urrejtjen!
\nUn\u2018 jam ajo…
\nQ\u00eb sot nuk di si t\u00eb reagoj p\u00ebrpara teje,
\nNuk e di n\u00eb vazhdoj t\u00eb dua, apo t\u00eb t\u00eb urrej.
\nJam ajo, q\u00eb ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk kuptoj as veten time,
\nPor di q\u00eb t\u00eb kam falur, se shum\u2018 mir\u00eb e di sa vlej! Fatmira Loci Lezhe<\/p>\n
Gabova…
\nU mundova te t\u2019harroj, por s\u2019mun po e boj
\ngabova nje her\u00eb, m\u00eb s\u2019dua t\u00eb gaboj
\nKam nevoj\u00eb per falje, ndoshta do kesh dhe ti nje dit\u00eb
\nSe do t\u00eb me mungoje kaq shum\u00eb, sinqerisht, s\u2019e kam dit\u00eb
\nTe ulem ne gjunj\u00eb, falje te kerkoj
\nte betohem per kta sy, kurr\u00eb m\u00eb s\u2019do t\u00eb t\u00eb l\u00ebndoj
\nE di q\u00eb m\u00eb do, shum\u00eb qart\u00eb ma ke shprehur
\nti me jep denimin un\u00eb jam i pandehur
\nJam i pafuqishem, i zhytur ne gabime
\nte lutem, me beso, te dua, zemra ime
\nI shtrir\u00eb n\u00eb krevat, mbuluar, \u00ebnd\u00ebrroj buz\u00ebt e tua
\nNdjej sikur pran\u00eb t\u00eb kam. Renaldo Tema<\/p>\n
Poet\u00ebt e shiut!
\nNdonj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk e kuptoj dot bot\u00ebn time
\nE as poet\u00ebt qe frym\u00ebzohen ve\u00e7 n\u00eb shi
\nDisa njer\u00ebz \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u2019i kesh ”kujtime”
\nSesa t’u jap\u00ebsh e t’u jap\u00ebsh dashuri
\nPa marr prapa sikur edhe nj\u00eb th\u00ebrrime
\nKa momente ku marr laps edhe let\u00ebr
\nNdonj\u00ebher\u00eb, filloj e shkruaj si poet
\nE pas shkrimit sikur shnd\u00ebrrohem n\u00eb nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr
\nShpirti \u00ebmb\u00ebl rrjedh n\u00eb let\u00ebr… Letra flet!
\nE ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb, jam i huaji i k\u00ebsaj bote
\nB\u00ebhem poet q\u00eb frym\u00ebzohet ve\u00e7 n\u00eb shi
\nDisa njer\u00ebz ikin vet\u00eb nga jeta jote…
\nVijn\u00eb e ikin; kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb jeta, gjithsesi
\nNdaj dhe bota ka pamjen e nj\u00eb ”rrote”
\nPa u ndalur rrotullohet p\u00ebrgjithnji
\nSikur bota t\u00eb ish zemer!
\nEdhe zemra do t\u2019ish bot\u00eb\u2026
\nSikur malli t\u00eb ish flutur!
\nDhimbja s\u2019do t\u00eb kishte lot\u2026 Bledi Ylli<\/p>\n
Ku\u2026<\/p>\n
Ku gjendesh ti?
\nVazhdoj t\u00eb pres…
\nT\u00eb vetmen dashuri
\nKu gjendesh ti?
\nVazhdoj t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj
\nT\u00eb vetmen lumturi?
\nN\u00eb \u00e7\u2018bot\u00eb ke humbur
\nKam nj\u00eb jet\u00eb, q\u00eb po t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj,
\nU venit\u00ebn syt\u00eb e mi…
\nKu gjendesh ti?! Alban Arapi<\/p>\n
Ti je gjith\u00ebsia…
\nTi je zjarri i shpirtit tim…
\nQ\u00eb ngroh \u00ebndrrat e mia!
\nTi je oqeani im
\nKu mbytem bashk\u00eb me ndjenjat e mia
\nTi je thesari im…
\nPor m\u00eb i shtrenjt\u00eb se thesari
\nTi je horizonti im…
\nKu mbyllem e per\u00ebndoj \u00e7do dit\u00eb
\nTi je simfonia ime
\nQ\u00eb shpirtin e vrar\u00eb, m\u00eb qet\u00ebson!
\nTi je loti q\u00eb qan nd\u00ebr sy
\nJe ankthi i pritjes q\u00eb m\u00eb mundon
\nJe malli i shpirtit q\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrv\u00eblon
\nTi je \u201cdroga\u201d ime,
\nQ\u00eb m\u00eb shkat\u00ebrron pambarim…
\nTi je dhimbja, dhimbja e shpirtit tim
\nTi je \u00ebndrra e shpirtit tim
\nUn\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrr t\u00eb bukur jetoj. Alban Arapi.<\/p>\n
Poezia ime
\nT\u00eb them \u201ct\u00eb dua\u201d nuk di a plot\u00ebsohem?
\nT\u00eb them sa m\u00eb p\u00eblqen, a e meriton?
\nT\u00eb them je thesar apo gur i \u00e7muar?
\nT\u00eb them gjith\u00ebsi, q\u00eb shpirtin ma qet\u00ebson?
\nNuk po gjej dot fjal\u00ebt q\u00eb ty t\u00eb p\u00ebrshtaten!
\nKur m\u00eb dhuron ndjenjat, q\u00eb nuk gjen m\u00eb bukur
\nKur m\u00eb \u00e7on n\u00eb male, kur m\u00eb \u00e7on n\u00eb fusha
\nKur m\u00eb duket vetja si t\u00eb jem nj\u00eb flutur…
\nDua n\u00eb nj\u00eb em\u00ebr, t\u2019i p\u00ebrmbledh t\u00eb gjitha!
\nQ\u00eb m\u00eb rri kaq pran\u00eb e s’m\u00eb braktis kurr\u00eb
\nE vetmja dashuri, q\u00eb nuk njeh l\u00ebndimin
\nPoezia ime, t\u00eb dashuroj dhe un\u00eb… V.A.K<\/p>\n
Fluturim fantazie
\nAi shikimi yt i \u00ebmb\u00ebl…
\nMe ben me krahe te fluturoj..
\nMe \u00e7orienton, me \u00e7on ne enderr
\nNe nje perralle te jetoj!
\nImagjinata ne mendjen time
\nMe \u00e7on ne ishull tropikal
\nDhe fillon e ben xhirime
\nNe te dy, ne rol te pare!
\nNe ate bote krejt magjike
\nPalmat gjigande benin freski
\nPoshte tyre ne, pinim pije ekzotike
\nPerballe kishim detin plot madheshti
\nNe gjirin e tij, ai i ftonte…
\nDy shpirtrat tane te dashuruar
\nMe ujin e tij t\u2019i freskonte
\nNga dielli i nxehte i perveluar
\nMe pas vjen muzgu… Eh, \u00e7\u2019bukuri!
\nHorizonti mbushur ngjyra
\nDet e qiell, nje te dy…
\nShperthim romance gjithe natyra
\nNje zjarr i ndezur; Une dhe Ti..
\nPerqafuar fort q\u00ebndronim…
\nYjet kishim per \u00e7ati…
\nMe shume se kaq, s’kishim \u00e7’kerkonim! Kajtani Laerta<\/p>\n
N\u00eb telat e violin\u00ebs
\nD\u00ebgjoje sonte
\nsa bukur luan
\nviolina e ndjenjave t\u00eb mia
\nndjeji tingujt e dashuris\u00eb
\nq\u00eb dalin nga telat e saj
\nsa leht\u00eb e sa \u00ebmb\u00ebl
\nluan dashuria
\nNdjeje k\u00ebt\u00eb muzik\u00eb
\nsonte n\u00eb shpirtin t\u00ebnd
\nmbylli syt\u00eb n\u00ebn k\u00ebta tinguj
\nkaq t\u00eb mrekullueshem
\nNj\u00eb simfoni e mrekullueshme
\ne kompozuar nga dashuria
\ne nd\u00ebrthurur
\nmes ndjenjave t\u00eb tua
\ne vargjeve t\u00eb mia
\nnj\u00eb muzik\u00eb e krijuar p\u00ebr ne t\u00eb dy
\np\u00ebr mua e p\u00ebr ty
\np\u00ebr dashurin\u00eb ton\u00eb
\nq\u00eb ve\u00e7 n\u00eb \u00ebndrrat tona e shijuam
\nndjeje vajz\u00eb
\ne sonte m\u00eb dashuro
\nashtu si dhe un\u00eb t\u00eb dashuroj! Ylli Jahaj<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Un\u2019 jam ajo….. Un\u2019 jam ajo… Q\u00eb ti nuk njohe kurr\u00eb, Ajo q\u00eb dikur i shprehe \u201cdashurin\u00eb\u201d. Jam ajo, q\u00eb fjal\u00eb boshe nga ty d\u00ebgjoi kaq shum\u00eb, Ajo q\u00eb nga ti, nuk ka par\u00eb asnj\u00eb vep\u00ebr t\u00eb mir\u00eb! Un\u2018 jam ajo… Q\u00eb kaq shum\u00eb ndjeja p\u00ebr ty, Ndjenj\u00eb t\u00eb cilen ti me k\u00ebmb\u00eb e shkele. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[106],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6478","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6478","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6478"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6478\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6478"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6478"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6478"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}