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Moon Sorrow - by Xuân Diệu
Morning breeze flies back, poet reminisces. Longing for someone unknown, standing melancholy under the moon. Majestic wide moon, majestic wind, Azure sky, silver earth.
White clouds in rows since ancient times, When will aspirations reach this moment? Solitary golden star, lone moon, Night of jade brilliance mingling with silk...
Across the blue sea, no shore in sight, Eyes seek more, shivering amidst fading light. Ivory moon silent as falling snow, In the vastness of space, life serene and still.
In the sacred moment, a mystical journey unfolds,
The sky dreams amidst ethereal scenes.
Stars and moon immerse in faint mist,
As if embracing distant poetry.
Let silence reign over idle chatter,
To hear the lake's laughter beneath,
To feel willows quiver in the wind's embrace,
And witness the heavens decipher love.
Pine trees stand solemnly, a silent assembly,
Branches and leaves appear submerged.
How to discern between illusion and reality?
The Milky Way floats amidst the night's veil.
The sky drunkenly bathes in moonlight,
And my heart remains unspoken.
Not a sound disturbs the tranquility,
Not even the shatter of a shooting star!
Moonlight Serenade - by Spring Daffodil
In that garden of the night, where moons abound,
Underneath the cascading light along each path,
Quietly, we pass, hesitant to disturb the tranquility.
We stroll quietly amidst poetry, Lost in the tranquil endlessness. The moon shines bright, too distant, too vast! Two souls, yet not less lonely.
6. Midnight
The waning moon reminisces about mountains, Seeking clouds, reminiscing rivers, seeking streams, Remembering days, seeking nights, Grinding teeth, reminiscing soft hair, Counting fingers, one too many because of you, you ah! Ten fingers belong to someone else, I, eleven fingers, remember home, remember you.
7. Midnight Moon - Nguyễn Ngọc Sáng
In the silence of night, does anyone reminisce?
A sigh echoes within, a longing reminisce
Walking companion of the moon on chilly nights
Nonchalant shoulders resemble moonlit heights.
Painting the sky purple with memories so vast
Does one still recall the moon’s mighty past?
Tonight the moon, cold, veiled in mist's hue
Wandering sorrow, a lifetime of rue!
8. Moon Inquired – Nguyen Nightingale
Oh, Moon…!
Why forever alone upon the vast sea?
Do you sense sadness or emptiness in thee?
Yearning for whom, endlessly waiting to see?
Deserted night, drifting aimlessly under insomnia's plea.
Yet, I quietly harbor wishes, unspoken and deep
Hoping you return, to soften lips that weep
So the boat of love doesn’t anchor in loneliness's keep
So nights aren't spent in melancholy's reap.
Oh moon, do you ever wonder if life is but a debt?
Now, I find myself lost in thoughts of them,
Each sorrowful moment leaves me lost in reverie,
Overflowing with love, they linger in distant shores.
Does the moon hear the tender whispers of love in the waves?
Amidst the chaos or in tranquil serenity,
Sweet affection intoxicates, drifting into dreams,
Forever I cherish the beloved in lands afar.
9. Inquire of the full moon
I remain as ever, in the depths of fond remembrance,
Moments together bloomed like springtime flowers.
Hard to forget, only lingering in wistful melancholy,
The season of crimson blossoms, vibrant and aflame.
Alas, only regret fills the pathway strewn with fallen leaves,
Only myself, now, unfinished, taking steps,
For who truly knows the reason why?
Comforted, the wind whispers softly in solace.
Gazing upon the strokes of the pen from yesteryears when tales were told,
Sharing with each other the solitary aspects of life,
Offering solace when the cold freezes and rain falls,
A thin cloak once warmed us for a time.
Suddenly, time seems to have altered,
Snow and mist abound, sunlight fading.
Still on the same path, yet it feels divided,
Eyes of azure no longer gaze in unison.
Much perplexity, but who dares to imagine?
Who reveals the flock of indifferent entanglements?
Many confessions concealed within each verse,
Resigned to endure solitude, unwillingly.
And the moonlight searched endlessly for its belated bloom, questioning why the moon, adorned with hues of clouds.
Jealous of the moon
Tonight bathing beneath the ivory moon, who could discern the true lunar maiden? I adored you so much, dear Hang, but now I resent you a thousandfold!
Since I discovered love, I love the poet who sits beneath the moon. In his verses, he mentions Hang. His poetic moon longs to embrace the moon within his heart.
He offers her a glass of rosé,
He invites her shadow into his soul,
Her sadness shatters old poetry,
Her joy arranges verses into a dance.
I love you dearly, my dear!
I love you, the poet, profound in verse,
I love your dreamy soul,
I love the rhyme that waits and longs.
He loves you sincerely,
Since the day your fated bond emerged,
His heart now divided in two,
Giving you one half, reserving the other for the moon.
Have mercy on me and Hang,
Fate teasing the poet closer to me,
So that when we sit under the night sky,
In my heart, there's Hang beside me.
Moonlight Melancholy
At midnight, witnessing the melancholic moonlight, tears stream down on the soft pillow, loneliness and solitude accompany.
Where have those days of us gone, reminiscing about the promises you made, along the grassy banks of the river, you forgot even the path back to visit me.
Now the moon beckons by the threshold, inviting the wind to visit whatever remains, sorrowful clouds drift away, while my heartache dissipates into tears.
The serene moon hangs in the distant sky,
Midnight dreams drifting away slowly.
Pink clouds gently float at its feet,
Whispering winds lightly sway the midnight moon.
Tonight, the wind carries wet dreams,
Lulling clouds into abundant dreams of love.
Full moon, crescent moon, rising moon,
My love awakens, where are you?
Whose moon will become a pair?
My love, swept away by the wind, feeling sorrowful and distant.
13. Tranquil Moon
Beneath the tranquil moonlight of the countryside,
So serene and poetic,
Amidst the hustle of city life we strive,
Weary amidst the ebb and flow of existence.
The moonlit night appears almost resentful,
Trees shrouded in melancholy,
Laden with silent sorrow amidst the mist,
A poignant chill in the lonely night.
Whom does the moon reminisce, to grow so gaunt and withered?
We too mourn for our own private sorrows,
For the mind is cool and troubled,
Seeking someone to share the burden.
Just wishing to exchange a few words of solace,
Does the moon still shine brightly in distant lands?
Here, too, there is much yearning,
Does anyone gaze at the moon's glow at day's end?
The tranquil moon rests in the darkened night,
So serene for those who await.
Midnight moonlight whispers within,
Its brilliance leaves us feeling void.
A night so still, the moonlight casts a shadow,
A slender figure, anxiously awaiting.
Each step upon endless paths,
Gazing at the bright moon, reminiscing endless dreams.
14. The crescent moon
Is it the full moon or the waning moon, my love?
Much like now, you've forgotten our vows and promises.
Even though the words of love once remained intact,
Is it the melancholic moon that cannot be full?
In that place, why must the clear moon be split into fragments?
Strawberries still lament the affection of old days gone by
Leaving behind a winter without the sadness of lingering sunlight
Half of the silent love hides behind the veil of night.
Is it true that now joy and happiness are warm and cozy?
I no longer cherish the melancholic moonlight
Half of me with you will truly remain incomplete
The darkness gradually falls, poignant for the rest of my life.
Spring has arrived, dispelling the harsh cold
But why, my dear, do tears continue to flow endlessly?
I bloom a smile amidst the wild spring
As if bidding our love farewell to the eternal void.
15. Midnight Moon
Gazing at the moon, memories flood back of my beloved,
Yet distance separates us in this transient life,
Our meetings confined to the realms of Facebook,
Our sadness conveyed through endless messages.
Contemplating the future, I ponder our love,
Longing deeply, what will tomorrow bring?
Both of us, with minds divided,
Our homeland, North and South, shrouded in perennial rain.
Intensifying waves of endless longing,
Sorrow accumulating, disheartenment deepening,
In distant lands, is there understanding?
Longing intensely, yet heartache persists.
18. Whose sorrow – Whose sadness
Moonlight falls gently on the bridge, I stand alone, awaiting, sorrow drifting away, Old paths deserted and forgotten, Tears silently fall into the night sky.
Flowers drift, carried by the water, sadness deepens, Where are those tranquil moments together? Why does the sky sow so much pain? My heart misses its rhythm countless times!
Sunlight fades behind the hills, Empty-handed, I take a step forward, Perhaps a meeting in a thousand lifetimes, Love remains, tears wet and burning.
And tomorrow, you too will wed, The past fades away... the shadow of youth gone.
Moonlight Serenade
Dreamy moonlight spreads across the night sky, Gentle breeze whispers softly by the doorstep, Dewdrops shimmer like precious pearls, Autumn arrives, leaves turning golden.
In reverie, thoughts of my beloved arise, Floating hair dances in the afternoon sun, Birds vanish into distant clouds, Sending much love and longing to that place.
A silent boat stands waiting for someone, The riverside casts long shadows on the green grass, Waves gently sway, shores ripple, Moonlight leans over a distant castle.
The wind playfully teases the moon with bamboo
Embrace silence, are you angry with me for not speaking?
The leaf twirls and twirls then gently falls
Water blurs, the moonlight dissipates...
22. Moon on the street - Phan Thu Ha
Whence does the moon arrive on the street?
Scattering gold onto the canopy of trees
Summoning orchids from slumber
Diffusing intoxicating fragrance.
There exists one who does not sleep
Silently sitting, admiring the moon
Aspiring to become a silk cloud
Tilting towards the eternal line.
Under the moon's tender gaze,
Silently shining alone,
Amidst the bustling city lights,
The moon stays solemnly still.
Together with the moon, facing reflections,
When the streets have fallen asleep,
The moon refuses to wane,
Pitying a solitary soul.
Let's stay awake with the moon,
Sending whispers of affection,
Look, the moon at the window,
Drawing close to us... murmuring.
23. Sad Moonlight – Thanh Tran
Midnight, staring at the melancholic moonlight,
Loneliness, shadows, tears streaming on soft pillows.
At this hour, someone is warm and cozy,
Leaving behind half in the melancholy night.
Where are those days when we were together?
Remembering your promises and vows,
By the edge of the grass along the riverbank,
You left, forgetting the way back to visit me.
Now the moon beckons from the porch,
To let the wind come and see what's there,
Sad clouds drift away,
While my sorrowful tears fade.
Thinking that love has passed,
Thinking that you are far away,
Yet my heart still flutters,
In sleepless nights... oh, heaven, forget you.
24. Melancholic Moonlight
The golden moonlight softly illuminates the night, Frosty mist chills, dampening soft shoulders. Erasing the warmth of passionate love, Dispelling the sweetness of gentle affection. Longing for the one who silently departed, Yearning, we carry on calmly. Solitude tinged with bitter tears, Gazing at the golden moon, longing deepens!
25. Moon – by Chu Minh Khôi
Oftentimes, the moon buries its face in the night, Weeping bitterly under the sleepless sky. The moon, fifteen, takes the form of a maiden, Tender bosom concealed in the folds of golden clouds.
Invisible strands of moonlight cascade gently,
Weaving myriad threads into sunlit flowers,
Until one day, the blooms yield forbidden fruit,
A lifetime consumed by absence, we love.
Sometimes, amidst the evening's reverie,
The moon, radiant, erases its traces in the wind,
Patiently, we sip on the moon's uttered words,
Clusters of love poems sweetly linger on our lips.
Then come the nights when the moon awakens at dawn,
Tender yet so distant, yet we still await,
Threads of light loosen, entangling our disheveled hair,
I am replete, yet the moon grows thinner still.
As a moonlit vessel glides gently through the night,
Laden with poetry, we journey to fairy tales,
On the fifteenth shore, the night's edge is tranquil,
I open my soul like a door, gazing up at the moon.
Upon the riverbank, a kite soared high,
My love ran after, hair flowing like a sigh.
The teasing breeze played its gentle game,
Huyền's eyes lost in a world of blame.
Echoes of a song in mountains deep,
My love sheds age, in midnight's keep.
Soft lips linger, ears gently press,
Seeking to forget dreams' soft caress.
Whispers of love left hanging in air,
Myself lost in tender, silent care.
A soul restless in the night's embrace,
Gathering memories, love's fragrant grace.
Please, do not leave in silence's shroud,
Leaving me in loneliness, alone, unbowed.
Please, do not withhold your gentle gaze,
Allow me to paint our love's lasting blaze.
Moonlight Serenade - by Lily Evans
Oh moon, your gentle glow
Walking alone under your silver light
Lost in thoughts, lost in dreams
Beneath the shimmering crescent moonlight, a boat glides through the tranquil expanse. The moon, full and radiant, illuminates the purity of our love, akin to the full moon on a mid-autumn night.
Here are the finest poems about the Moon, curated and compiled by Mytour to share with you. May you find joy in these verses.
