Top 12 Poems Celebrating November

Musing on November
Poetry by Hoang Phan

The north wind brings a chill from afar
The sky, gray clouds chase away the hiding sun
The fragrance of milk flowers seems to fade
November comes, cold and desolate

The mustard flowers field sparkles like stars in the sky
As if holding onto the fading gold of autumn
Youth joyfully plays and laughs together
Wrapped in warmth, wearing coats of various colors

November, days swiftly pass by in a hurry
The sun hastily nurtures ripe fruits
Winter nights, long dreams of sleep
The fields wait for the return of water

You and I, through many approaching years
Still thrilled when winter knocks on the door
Remembering the winter nights yet to come
Warmth and nostalgia in our gatherings

Purple flowers spread a brilliant fragrance on the bank
As if promising the arrival of a fruitful season
November will pass quickly
With hearts looking towards the spring sky

21.11.2018
PH

NOVEMBER AMBIGUITY
Poetry: Sunset

November feels strangely unfamiliar
The old school, the former class, those days are far away
Times of dreams and vast aspirations

November, footsteps become stronger
Cultivating teachers and predecessors before and after me
Many steady boat trips with hands rowing together
Teachers take me, I take many young classes

Wishing you, teachers, always healthy
Happy and peaceful, my old friends
Vietnamese Teachers' Day has arrived
Countless flowers shining in your eyes

Igniting trust and hope that never goes out
For tomorrow, when youth steps into life
Spreading wings, the sky's colors so vast
Passion building and spreading to every corner of the motherland

November resonates softly with poetic verses
Cultivating people's careers quietly for a hundred years
Lesson plans every night still quietly
Continuing to write the dream of nurturing knowledge.

NOVEMBER ARRIVES
Poetry: Hồ Viết Bình

November has arrived, why are you silent
Winter has come lurking outside the window
Small birds tilt and fly back to their nests
Chrysanthemums bloom along the river.

November has arrived, do you remember
The old streets less intense with the scent of milk flowers
The north wind blows, regretting nothing about autumn
Why haven't we spoken about our story.

November, cabbage trees densely blooming
Dew hanging, entangling our feelings even more
You hesitate, and I am in a hurry
Because life is about to reach the depth of winter.

Let's gather the golden sunbeams together
Weave dreams, I'll build a warm nest for you
Do you know time passes quickly
In the blink of an eye, the beautiful dream has faded.

PROMISE OF NOVEMBER!
Poetry: Hoàng Minh Tuấn

The sun fades as November arrives,
Willows by Hoan Kiem Lake seem to await the wind,
The cold pierces through the ancient streets,
Fall is gone, and winter has returned!

Remember that day in the biting cold,
Shoulder to shoulder on the way back then,
Naughty lips, whose arms trembled,
November, oh, that day was intoxicated with love!

For many years, November within me,
Remembering you, recalling the beloved figure,
Cold winter, the longing for you is deep,
Constant remembrance, enduring pain, waiting!

November, Hanoi now enters winter,
Where are you, leaving my heart empty,
The dream of love keeps returning in dreams,
Winter is sad, and the sunlight is cold!

Farewell, my love, which November was that,
In the cold, the yellow leaves fall,
The day we parted, silently I looked at you,
Promising to return to the warm dream!

Hanoi, 6/11/2018

AGITATION OF NOVEMBER
Poem by Red Sunset

November has arrived, hasn't it?
The city transforms, the northern wind signals the arrival of the season
The autumn colors still gracefully linger
Outside, someone is capturing threads of golden sunlight.

Suddenly, we embrace the longing in our hearts
Half wanting to forget, half wanting to wait
Yet, quietly concealing it for the season not to be restless
Walking silently in the evening, weaving it into poetry.

November, the mustard flowers come in such a way
Is it perhaps waiting for love and memories to unfold?
The waves within us gently roll
Self-soothing, sinking into the vastness.

Will the sun warm the cold winter?
Or is it the wind pushing away the sorrows?
We only fear the verses swaying gently
When spring comes with tears in the corners of our eyes.

November, in the distant sky, do you understand?
Our hearts when the wind changes... into a new season.

Red Sunset

NOVEMBER.
Poem by Phan Thị Tuyết Vân

November, Winter strolls down the street.
Gently touching the traces of mossy autumn.
The cold wind freezes within.
Willow branches secretly sway in the deserted alley.

November, a lullaby resonates quietly.
The piano echoes throughout the night.
A piece of young moon trembles, nestled by the doorstep.
As if wanting to touch soft and sweet lips.

November, sunlight hesitantly falls.
The street suddenly turns and calls someone's name.
A piece of the beloved land reveals a clear figure.
Carved deeply, swaying in the remembrance.

November, feeling restless.
The old love gradually fades and weakens.
The wind turns, remembering an embrace.
Eliciting the words of grass from days gone by.

November, feeling lost in wandering steps.
The purple heart of the evening...
On the reverse path, finding each other..!!!

Autumn Rain
Hanoi, 2/11/2018

REFLECTIONS OF NOVEMBER

Poem by Phan Thu Hà

November buzzes with the floating season
Southern afternoon paints a smiling outline
The old calendar sheds its pages for renewal
Suddenly fluttering before every joy and sorrow

November, a period of hurried time
A year ừ nearing the completion of the journey
Wishing for those tough fates in life
Year-end month with fewer calamities

November, who lies listening to the sea
Knowing if there's still a private turmoil
Please don't extinguish those verses of longing
Let the days soften the sorrows gently

November, the long rainy season seems endless
Mother sells out her street vendor's load every evening
The girl next door is about to have a wedding
A pink invitation warms an entire love

Let's reflect on thoughts through the new month
A bit of joy and sorrow sent to every home
And hope the verses flow like a gentle breeze
Reaching to others and also to ourselves...

Phan Thu Hà

NOVEMBER REMEMBERS TEACHER
Poem by Nguyễn Thị Khánh Hà

Many Novembers have passed, dear teacher
Yet in me, the memories are full and richer
Your words linger like constant reminders
A guiding light as I step into life's arena

Even now as we journey to diverse places
The lessons you taught are not erased
Though life may be a ship far from the shore
Your teachings still resonate from years of yore

Sweet as the songs the boatman serenades
That my mother used to sing in my childhood days
You, like the captain, navigated with ease
Guiding the boat across bends and wide rivers

For us to enjoy the eternal spring of youth
Time has colored your hair silver and gray
Like parents enduring rain and enduring sun
For us, the fruits of today, you helped us gain

November returns, reminding me each day
That kindness...
Is forever etched in my heart.

LOVE POETRY OF NOVEMBER

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

November unfolds its arms, my dear
Graceful as a girl in love... early sun, evening rain, joy - inexplicable sorrow
Carrying the cold rushing in diligently like a busy bee
The peachblossom cheek amid the market at the onset of winter

November arrives, do you feel the chill, my love?
Do you remember the cotton scarf, adding warm layers?
Feet stepping on well-trodden paths slowly
Setting our souls adrift, reminiscing about you?

November, the sky and earth seem to lift the veil
Muddled with romantic verses... seemingly eternal and unexpressed
You pretend to turn away, I playfully say go, don't wait
A love story that keeps lingering... endlessly.

Dạ Quỳnh

NOVEMBER FOR YOU

Poem by Đỗ Hương

Your hair is a sweet stream
Foam spreading in Lang-Biang
Your lips carry the scent of the forest, cool and fresh
Waves kissing, lingering softly

Waiting for you in November
Just for you alone
Land and sky in winter, sweet cold
Deep sea flavor on the lips...

18/ 11/ 2018
SunNy Do

WARM NOVEMBER
Poem: Trương Túy Anh

November, the white myrtle blooms delicately
Fall lingers, reluctant to step away
Admiring the bright yellow mustard greens along the dyke
Fall wishes to hold back the slowing time

The northerly wind sweeps and red leaves fall
Rustling through dry leaves on bare branches
You huddle against the chill, solitary and resilient
Eyes weary, looking for you amid the mist

To escape the cold, you take me to the Mui land
November turns cold with the biting wind
Your hair gently sways under the bamboo grove
You tell me stories from our childhood

White along the riverbank, the myrtle flowers blossom
You row the boat to harvest the early dreams
Following the water to catch snakehead and tilapia
Fatty and sweet, cooked in sour tamarind soup

A pot of newly harvested rice bubbling on the fire
Hearing the creaking sound of the winnowing basket outside
Our shadows leaning on the slightly tilted wall
So warm when winter arrives, isn't it?

The two of us sweetly whispering to each other
This November is so beautiful, my love
Admiring the myrtle flowers, the perfect So flowers
Our hearts beat in unison, harmonizing breaths

This winter is so miraculously enchanting
The northerly wind comes, the weak sun fades around
Driving away the biting cold, the heart feels lonely
You and I, complete in our love.

NOVEMBER NOSTALGIA

Poem: Trịnh Thanh Hằng

I still remember those winter days
We were together, immersed in profound love
The sound of the shuttle, the words full of depth
In an instant, it became a cherished memory

Winter has come, where are the sparrows
Flying in the silver sky, singing a love song
Which deserted arms wander in the distant sky
For a beloved, falling into the forgotten land

The purple clouds float and flutter gracefully
Drifting without anchoring in space
The mustard flowers still bloom brightly yellow
Bringing winter to someone's tingling heart

Do you know, in a distant corner of the sky
Anxiously waiting for a fragile angel
The intoxicating questions, what's left behind
We unfold our memories into the realm of dreams

November may still linger in the subconscious
Next to the church, someone is preparing for Noël
Leaving sad footsteps to find familiar traces
The old one has now become a bygone era

And one day, with golden light shining
I will come back, dispelling the winter frost
Reviving the sweetness of those pink blossoms
So warm, forgetting the cold of winter.

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng