Top 10 Most Beautiful Poems About Can Tho

Can Tho, the land of Tây Đô,

Where the Hau River slowly flows,

The Ninh Kieu Wharf, a symbol of affection,

And a girl with a smile that’s full of affection,

Water hyacinths, or 'bèo tây,'

In the golden sunset, drifting along the bay,

The floating market, vast and wide,

Where a village girl rows with pride.

Her voice sings with a soft, sweet tone,

A melody that touches the heart, unknown.

Your first time hearing it makes you long,

For this melody, it feels like a song.

The bridge to your village has just been built,

If you visit the floating market, let’s return together, filled.

The market’s full of fruits and such,

Local specialties, each one a touch.

Coconuts, mangoes, guavas, and bananas,

Sweetly called out by the sellers, calling you to their land.

Can Tho is like a painting to adore,

Leaving, yet you’re not ready to say goodbye for sure.

The people’s warmth lingers even when you leave,

Goodbye, sweet girl from the Mekong, you make me believe.

'Can Tho, with its white rice and clear water,'

Once I arrived, my heart was lost in wonder,

Your smile seemed to wait, full of grace,

It made my soul speak of love and dream of your face.

Leaving, I carried the weight of my love,

For the girl with a naive, purple dress above,

My steps wandered, feeling lost and shy,

Her beauty so bright, it made my resolve cry.

Night fell, and a soft melody played,

My heart was silent, with words delayed,

Not ready to let go, I yearned for fate's design,

Hoping one day, our paths would align.

Oh, my love! Come to the boat dock soon,

Send me a message, heartfelt and true,

As I leave, alone, in my mind I stay,

With peaceful dreams of love from today.

Poem by: Danh Lợi

10.12.2020

I met the girl by Can Tho’s flowing rivers,

With the sound of southern music that makes the heart shiver.

The vast river, the boat’s gentle glide,

And her voice, like a melody, fills the countryside.

The harmony of voices from all three regions unite,

So full of love, it makes the homeland feel right.

Coming from Hue, I’m far from home,

Yet visiting this girl, my heart starts to roam.

Her voice, her laughter, a sweet blend,

With the wind and the warmth of people, they transcend.

Nature’s blessing, the world so kind,

With care and sharing, peace we find.

Life may lead us on wandering roads,

But meeting you is a treasure, as fate unfolds.

Let our smiles keep life bright and true,

For the legacy of love that we continue to renew.

Poem by: Lãng tử quân

Cà Mau, December 9, 2022

My hometown, by the Hau River’s side,

With the soft whispers of Can Tho’s tide,

When the waters ebb and flow,

The simple water hyacinths gently grow.

The hyacinths drift towards the sea,

Riding the waves where the oceans meet,

Like me, a small boat lost at sea,

Drifting through the currents of life, so free.

The riverbank in the evening glow,

The hyacinths float, with dreams that flow,

Oh flowers, send my love, please share,

Offer the world a poetic prayer.

The evening waves whisper a strange lullaby,

Caressing the soul as the moments fly,

Filling my heart with hopes so true,

For peace, in this song, I long to pursue.

Can Tho is home to Ninh Kieu Wharf,

Where one can stroll through the afternoon of Tây Đô,

Crossing the mighty Cai Lon River so slow,

And gliding along Phung Hiep, where the waves show.

The melody of Hue, a love song so sweet,

It calls to the city boy, eager to meet.

He seeks the girl from Tra Noc's shore,

But finds his boat slow, and she’s gone once more.

Into the Cái Răng Floating Market we go,

Where love can be found in the goods you show.

Even if we meet at Binh Thuy’s bend,

Why does the traveler’s heart feel lost in the end?

Listening to the song of Ut Tra On,

His words seem filled with love gone wrong.

In the quiet of Can Tho’s night,

My heart lingers, caught in love’s light.

And you say yes, though I won't return to my place,

For in Can Tho, I've found my space.

Author: Nguyễn Nhật

The cool breeze of the afternoon in a quiet café,

Echoes of a song drift softly through the air,

I stand by the tree, watching the flowers sway,

And my heart recalls autumn’s fading glare.

With winter’s arrival, a gentle breeze blows,

Filling my soul with a longing it knows,

Once more I return to Can Tho’s embrace,

Bringing with me memories, a sky full of grace.

Author: Oanh Bui

This summer, I return to Can Tho's shore,

The Hau River flows, with sun and rain galore,

Your homeland offers rice so pure,

And the ferry carries love so sure.

I’ve come, and I don’t want to leave,

For the Hau River’s charm, I can’t deceive,

The yellow butterflies on the mù u tree,

And the love song, where my heart longs to be.

The river has its golden fields of lotus bloom,

The young girl rows her boat through the gloom,

Her áo bà ba bright in the gentle light,

And her smile like the water, calm and bright.

At Ninh Kieu, I watch the river’s flow,

Your blushing cheeks make my heart glow,

Can Tho, oh Can Tho, where hearts meet,

In Tây Đô, the sweetness is so complete.

The little girl with the long, flowing hair,

Asks me the way to the city’s fair,

And I wonder if I should stay or go,

For Can Tho fills me with longing, you know.

Author: Nguyễn Đình Huân

I will visit Ninh Kieu, as it once was,

The Hau River, where memories are lost and found,

The wharf still waits, ripples on the water's surface,

Hau Giang River, I remember the quiet evening long ago.

A small wave drifts along the silver current,

Is someone waiting for me, or has the boat passed me by?

The years go on, does the boat wait for the man?

I silently search for the shore where love once stood.

At the empty dock, don’t forget the years that have sailed,

The golden sunlight of Hau Giang, the fragrance of pure rice,

Returning to the West, my heart stirs with delight,

Oh little waves, I await the day I return.

Author: Nguyễn Minh Thủy

Can Tho, two words full of warmth,

A mother’s lullaby, cherished deep in my heart.

“Can Tho, with its rice so white, its waters clear,

Anyone who visits never wants to leave.”

Can Tho, with its winding roads,

How many years have passed since I last returned?

The Hau River flows in quiet grace,

Singing lullabies with every bridge it crosses.

Ninh Kieu, how beautiful you stand,

Verses soar like a dream in the Western skies.

The pedestrian bridge, a sight to behold,

The gentle waves kiss the shore, soft and calm.

Anyone visiting Cai Rang Floating Market,

Will meet the girl with the scarf across her shoulder.

Let me accompany you,

To the land of rivers, where I will forever long to return.

The riverbank, muddy with alluvial soil,

Water hyacinths float aimlessly in the current.

Swaying with the rhythm of the waves,

Fruit-laden boats beckon, offering fresh goods.

Phong Dien, simple and unchanged,

With orchards abundant all year round.

Vam Xang welcomes travelers from afar,

With open arms, the warmth of hometown love.

There are hibiscus flowers growing by the path,

And betel trees standing tall, familiar at the entrance.

A crooked wooden bridge sways gently,

Crossing the winding, narrow waterways.

Hạ Châu’s beautiful fruit,

Clusters hanging from branches above and below.

Small hands picking ripe fruits,

Carefully exchanging them with a smile.

How many local delicacies call out to you,

How could you resist the temptation to try them all?

Phong Dien’s woven rice cakes,

Leave all visitors satisfied from every corner of the country.

Visit the ancient house of Binh Thuy,

A grand structure rich in history from a bygone era.

Five rooms with two curved roofs,

The staircase winding like a flower in bloom.

Journey on to Ô Môn,

Visit the Pôthi Somrôn Pagoda, serene and sacred.

The sound of the five-toned music fills the air,

Spanning life and spirituality through the years.

Thoi Long, if you ever come here,

Learn the art of basket weaving, perfectly crafted by hand.

Weaving bamboo, making baskets nonstop,

Generations of artisans carry on the tradition.

The Hau River’s waves crash and roll,

While Lap Vo and Thot Not divide the shores.

The Vam Cong Bridge connects both banks,

A long-awaited road that finally makes crossing easier.

Thom Rom, a village known for its craftsmanship,

Weaving nets and baskets strong, year-round.

Good news spreads far and wide,

With each season’s floods, nets are cast deep into the night.

The stork gardens of Thot Not,

Where the birds take flight, disappearing into the mist.

Purple water hyacinths bloom across the land,

Bamboo fences line the pathways in nature’s embrace.

The storks glide gracefully in the vast sky,

Gathering together beneath nature’s roof.

A peaceful corner of the world,

Where all weariness and worries seem to fade away.

Thoi Lai and Co Do, prosperous and neat,

With green rice fields and golden harvested grains.

Lucky bamboo baskets woven everywhere,

Hands of labor building a prosperous future.

How lovely the conical hats are,

Embracing the spirit of Can Tho, ever so close to the heart.

Bamboo and palm from our land,

The art of making hats cherished and preserved.

Vinh Thanh District, where we travel,

The “great fields” of rice stretching far and wide.

Harvest season brings life and joy,

In this abundant, cooperative community.

Can Tho, from the days of childhood,

To the present with silver hair, my heart still beats with longing.

Author: Bùi Thị Ngọc Điệp

You are the girl from Can Tho,
Graceful, beautiful, leaving many hearts in awe.
Your gaze, just a glance, so fleeting,
Yet it stirs my soul, breaking my heart apart.
Oh, the girl I've been searching for,
Somewhere here, lost in the depths of my heart.
I offer you a bit of my poetry,
Perhaps fate brought us together, as I wait, as I long for you.
Trusting each other, promises made,
To speak to your parents, as love’s thread binds us forever.

DĨ AN, March 9, 2022
Author: TRỊNH THANH