Top 11 Remarkable Poems by Poet Trịnh Thanh Hằng

THE FINAL MELODY

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

This melody I write for myself alone

Too far, stretching both ends of longing

Borrowing the fog to wrap up worries

Borrowing autumn to wrap up intoxication.

The dew still falls all month and day

Is there anyone waiting in that distant place?

Is there anyone who knows?

Here, the Chức Nữ awaits the Ngưu lang.

One day, I want to pick up the golden moonlight

Hide it deep in the subconscious

And hide the wind that is sad

Wandering endlessly like a wandering wind.

In the distant embrace of gentle embrace

The late train lies in the last station

Fretting is just wandering

The last journey has no station.

This melody I write for myself

Close the door, waiting for the cold winter

Where far and too far away

Autumn still wanders in a melodious song.

UNFINISHED EMBRACE

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

Farewell, my dear little love

A kiss still hesitant you gave

And the embrace still clumsy as before

Stay, as I venture into the battlefield.

Gradually, someone's eyes linger afar

Trường Sơn forest, soldiers march

Amidst the dense forest and green mountains

Mist hangs, sky drapes the earth.

How many times have these feet shed blood

A student, untested, lying on thorns

Sometimes staying awake all night long

Rushing to the battlefield of Quảng Trị.

Though trained, prepared for surprises

But the battle unexpectedly fierce

Bullets fly, blood spills

No retreat despite bones shattered, flesh torn.

In the vast, sprawling citadel

Determined not to retreat, stepping on bombs

In a moment, as light as an arrow

Blood spills, bones pile, falling down.

Peacefully, lying beside the field

Suddenly, meeting the gaze of a beloved

A village girl bidding farewell to the departing

Extending arms to embrace him back to Motherland.

The scent of homeland lingers in someone's gentle hair

Bringing him back to a thousand autumns of sleep

In the homeland, a lullaby engraved

Still there, an unfinished kiss.

The girl still restless

This war has divided us

For now, the country celebrates victory

You stay, with arms open.

I go, for someone might miss

Endlessly haunting, burning youth

For now, the Earth draws near

Still waiting for an unfinished embrace.

SOLEMN NOTE OF INDEPENDENCE DAY

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

Independence Day, the nation celebrates victory

Flags and flowers adorn the square brightly

In Tây Ninh, the homeland of Nguyễn Văn Thương

Just bid farewell to the national hero.

Remembering the harsh months of the past

He, a liaison, transferred materials

Planes rained bullets and bombs

Determined to safeguard, not fall into enemy hands.

Survival, even in a fleeting moment

Still rising to burn enemy planes

Helicopters surrounded, fighting and swinging

To encircle and capture the brave liaison.

One hundred days of deceit and nonsense

Bringing mansions, beautiful women, and cars

Even offering a rank and a major's flower

Not yielding, the son of Trà Cổ.

When knowing temptation was futile

They broke his legs, one by one

His feet battered and bruised

That flesh and bone they used for experiments.

In agony, his heart remained steadfast

Always loyal to the Motherland and people

Lost his legs six times, yet retained dignity

His spirit, light, still preserving integrity.

The enemy muttered, admitting defeat

'I've lost, metal creature, here's your victory'

And saluted this young soldier

Truly indomitable, brave, and courageous.

Independence Day, the sky darkens

Escorting him back to the motherland of a thousand autumns

Lean towards the Motherland, soothing words

Back to his homeland, he becomes immortal.

RETIREMENT

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

Retirement, thought to be old

Turns out retiring is springtime

Away from the busy life of work

Gathering with friends by the house.

Morning yoga sessions

Then back to the market, tidy up and cook

Skin still firm and tight

A few strands of gray hair, pondering about age?

Evenings, with neighbors in the alley

Dancing the cha-cha together

Nights, immersed in poetry

Making the husband suspicious of gifts?

Sometimes, days long and months lengthy

Heading to the supermarket on the second floor to shop

Blue, yellow, red, purple

Each color brings back a piece.

They say retirement burdens the mind

Then please, try to see for yourself

Retirement is truly serene

A whole new life with vibrant hues.

Retirement isn't about worry

Retirement isn't about headaches and losses

Retirement is happier than kingship

Retirement, a life of laughter and joy.

SEIZING THE MOMENT

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

Today, the grandkids are out playing

at home, only me and grandma stay.

Today, the grandkids leave home

So it's just grandma and me.

Seize a little moment, let's go,

Else, they'll be back from playtime soon???

Grandma goes to grab the basket,

Pulling weeds from the garden path.

I leash MICKY

Or else, it'll escape when?

Grandma ties the fence,

Or else, it might collapse into the pond.

The hungry chickens clamor for food,

So, I head to the kitchen with a knife to fix their coop.

And that troublesome water tank,

Needs sanding, no other way to use.

Oh grandma, I might just tumble,

Lean a bit, might just slip.

Grandma stands by the door, watching,

The grandkid's already back in a flurry.

Grandpa's quite the opportunist,

Next time, I swear, I'll make him wear it.

YOU'VE GONE

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

You've gone, the sky shifts ominously

Which wind now caresses the hair so gently?

Suddenly, all songs seem silent

And silence reigns amidst the foliage.

You've gone, far away beyond reach

Willows weep, their leaves not replaced

Where are you now, do you know?

White pomelo flowers stare, awaiting your return.

You've gone, streets in the late night swell with emptiness

Fading without your shadow

This corner, once our early morning rendezvous

Feels desolate without anyone waiting.

You've gone, do you hear in the wind?

Sad songs echo in weary anticipation

A wandering soul in the winter night

Aches for your return.

You've gone, leaving hearts numb

Even the birdsong mourns the absence

Without you, the solitude pervades every corner

A small room moss-covered like a dungeon.

My love, heed this urging

From the depths of our hearts

Come back, bring joy to our home

Come back, let's rebuild our dreams...

HEY YOU!

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

Hey you, I'm talking to you

Let me borrow yesterday's notebook

I'll return it tomorrow, I vow

A pressed rose, so delicately held.

Hey, it's time to play

I'll sit alone in a corner of the schoolyard

Seeing fallen phoenix flowers, I feel pity

Picking them up, I gently adorn my hair.

Hey you, every evening

Chasing bees, catching butterflies along the levee behind the village

Kites soaring, feeling amazed

Come home quickly, mom's waiting to scold.

Hey, addicted to crisp laughter

Of the newly turned twenty-year-old school friend

Sparkling eyes, truly lively

Tears welling, bidding farewell to the one joining the army.

Hey you, tomorrow stepping into the world

Living the life of a soldier, a myriad of challenges

Sleeping in forests, crossing icy streams

Finding tiny orchids to gift.

Hey, take leave and come back

Visit her, let her heart rest

A kiss, waiting and hoping

First love, a bond of affection.

OVERSIZED FLOWER

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

There's a kind of wild flower

Growing by the village road

Each time the rain and wind come

The flower closes, feeling oversized.

There's a kind of flower, unfortunately

Growing in desolate places

Winter, Spring, Summer, then Fall

Gently, the flower feels ashamed.

There's a flower always

In paintings and poetry

Its name is very elegant

It's the Virgin Flower.

No matter what the name is

You're still you

Amidst the hustle and bustle of life

You quietly nestle.

Sometimes you breathe softly

Jealous of the other flowers

Just bloomed last night

Being pampered and cherished.

Even though you grow by the field's edge

You're still loved

For your humble beauty

Fragile as smoke.

Anyone passing by, please say

Step lightly, like clouds

You're nestled here

Your heart aching with oversized feelings.

Even if life's been lacking

Unable to choose where you're born

Just be yourself

Queen of the native flower field.

SOMETIMES

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

Sometimes we drift apart, feeling lost

This life seems so full of obstacles

Because one day, after long months

Old love remains only in the past.

Sometimes the long night refuses to sleep

We keep pondering over worries

Life seems to silently ebb away

The small boat leaves the dock for the last time.

There are also times we feel regret

Long years full of dreams and happiness

Have gone, leaving only the present

The cold heart has ceased to ache.

Sometimes amidst the hot summer noon

We let our souls wander in dreams

Only to suddenly wake up, surprised

Those subconscious thoughts are mere illusions.

Sometimes the rain wets our clothes

Suddenly, we remember the old days

Gone by, carried away by time

That figure appears, then disappears.

Sometimes on stormy days

The body feels frail, fragile

And suddenly, someone appears in life

Bringing light to the dark gloom.

Sometimes we feel confused

After years wandering through life

There's a moment of emptiness

Where are those beloved days?

Sometimes, does anyone understand the sadness?

Eyes dulled under July's drizzle

The whole world sheds tears of sadness

The final note for a life of regrets.

Sometimes, the heart feels bewildered

Those worries and regrets have passed

Let's be happy, don't let tears wet our cheeks

To bury those past wanderings.

NOCTURNE OF AUTUMN

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

No longer the intense scent of milk flowers

Old mulberry trees shed their leaves at dusk

The summer sun fades into a pale hue

A gentle breeze tousles whose hair lightly.

Autumn brings a subtle breath of fragrance

The wind caresses softly pink lips

The scent of fresh rice fills the wandering stall

A light step lifts the end of the street.

One stormy summer has passed

Autumn arrives, sweetening someone's gaze

The long sighs are gone

Autumn gently comes, intoxicating forever.

Let's share love and affection

So that autumn's golden glow remains

So that golden daisies bloom again

Autumn comes, nurturing green promises.

AUGUST RETURNS

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

Do you still remember when August returns?

Gently carrying cherished days

White butterflies perch on the shoulders

A girl steals glances.

August returns, white dresses surprise

The scent of fresh rice tousles someone's hair

Golden leaves spread along our road

Intoxicating rendezvous, someone's lips.

August returns, releasing long sighs

Pink fireworks trace the steps of little girls

Oh dear, do you hear it in the wind?

A dead heart, eyes overflowing with tears.

August returns, please go on

I'll stay, packing autumn into the past

So that someday when the evening shadows shimmer

We'll reminisce, opening memories.

Do you still remember when August returns?