Top 15 Poems Celebrating Pomelo Blossoms

POMPEL BLOSSOMS IN MARCH

Ha Nguyen

March, do you remember or forget
The old road bathed in pomelo fragrance
Anxious, I turn away from the first kiss
Hurrying, afraid you'd laugh.

Will you return to that place again or not
When feeling weary
Do you ever think of
The old pomelo flower road?

Do you ever wake up from a dream
Remembering our school days
The pomelo scent hidden in our school bags
Preserving our first love.
Ha Nguyen.

INTOXICATED SEASON

NS Lâm Bình

(Dedicated to Him)

Oh March! Please don't rush!

Slow down your steps... the intoxicated season

There, in that small room

The whispers, the rhythm of two hearts

The scent of grapefruit seeps through the door crack

Softly, gently releasing fragrance, caressing hair strands...

Longing for him... counting each passing day

Yearning... waiting... tightly embracing

Hand in hand, rosy cheeks, lips close

A bit of sweetness filled with longing

Beloved... between two distant shores

Breathing here is turmoil, there is restlessness

Love in silence... only whispering to each other

Impatient... hearts burning, flames erupting

Beloved... let's reserve a small corner for each other

To remember each other as we stroll around the lake...

A morning in March, pure with clusters of grapefruit flowers

Gently, sweetly pouring intoxicating honey

There's a day, a photo still remains

Amidst the intoxicating morning of March...

NS Lâm Bình

BECAUSE

Hồ Viết Bình

Because of the fragrant grapefruit blossom,

I picked it for my beloved to wash her hair,

So our souls could entwine,

The scent enveloping, remembering each other for a lifetime.

Because of the purple orchids falling,

Mingled in the dust-falling rain of heaven's jade,

So I keep waiting,

For that old figure to appear in my dreams.

Because of the flamboyant blossoms ablaze,

Spring's green about to fade, calling for swift summer,

Through the hazy age,

Yet I haven't had the chance to walk side by side with her.

The pure white of the silk cotton flowers,

Fragile before the wind, makes me miss her,

Whether indifferent or too hasty,

Letting that day slip by when we lost each other.

Even now, my hair may have turned gray,

Still, I forever remember our innocent first love.

Hồ Viết Bình

SEASON OF REMEMBRANCE

Trịnh Thanh Hằng

In March, the courtyard hides,

Watching for those far away to return,

The fragrant scent saturates the village,

Sent with the wind's longing back here.

Grapefruit flowers bloom white in the sky,

Pure and sweet, intoxicated with fragrant fervor,

Come back, my love, and look,

Outside, bees and butterflies circle the flower's wings.

Wandering far from home across four seas,

Longing for the fragrance of March's earth, come back,

Lost in the passion of the grapefruit garden,

Intoxicated with the scent of village girls, promises of past years.

If life is a dream,

Let spring lead you and me into the realm of dreams,

Beside the white grapefruit blossom, waiting,

A thousand separations to finally be together.

MARCH IN TURMOIL
Poem by Tony Bui

Blossoms of pomelo
whiten the March
Rice flowers burst, adorning the riverbank

Young figs
tremble, summoning rain
Phoenix flowers at the end of the street blush under the evening sun

Willows, jealous
beckon the graceful maiden
Lake faces call upon the shadows of clouds in the evening

By the lakeside,
a few tufts of grass
For me to reminisce this love, missing you

Warsaw
01/03/2019

OH MY, POMELO BLOSSOM SEASON

By Đào Mạnh Thạnh

In March, pomelo flowers fall abundantly in the alleys
The pomelo tree in the backyard bursts with purity
A pair of birds chirp incessantly, hopping around
A flock of white butterflies flutters above the grass

Do you still remember those peaceful days?
In the corner of the garden, we confessed our love
The old pomelo tree then bore many flowers
Its fragrance pervaded the gentle evening breeze

And you said the scent of your hair was the most fragrant
Did you really smile like that, my dear?
Your eyes sparkled so brightly
Even making the blossoms blush as they bloomed

That pomelo tree is still blossoming this year
Many flowers still bloom white in the old garden
I look up at those swaying clusters of white
Searching for a bit of the old fragrance in the wind

The wind playfully rustles the grass
Petals fall, blanketing the entire garden
Memories suddenly flood in even more
In the emptiness, oh my, my darling, the flowers sulk.

HP 2-3-2019
By Đào Mạnh Thạnh

LOVE IN MARCH

By Nguyễn Đình Cường

The scent of pomelo fills the spring breeze
From your hair, it flies to where I wait
Mingling with the rhythm of the poem
I'm writing to gift you on the day we meet.

March arrives, my heart brimming with love
So much affection to ignite the soul

Bestow upon you even more kisses
Purple xoan flowers bloom for our fidelity.

The love I offer bears no pretense
You accept it with sincerity and shared devotion
Our destinies will surely reunite
Thanks to the scent of pomelo binding us together

In March, the gao flowers compete to light a fire
Warming the heart in place of Lady Ban's cloak
Thankful to life for a complete spring
Entirely dedicated to March and our love story.

01/3/2019
By Nguyễn Đình Cường.

MAGIC OF MARCH

Trần Thị Tĩnh

March arrives, stirring up so much
Blossoming grapefruits blanket the sky in longing
The scent, gentle and intense like a breath
Of someone... from a distant past.

Oh March... even the rice flowers bloom
Bright red, igniting the hearts of yore
'Angry rain, loving rain, who knows
What memories it moistens on a faraway garment?'

Iron-clad sadness... longing for that place... in March
The winding path holds countless memories
A boat moored by the riverbank... no one arrives
Leaving the boat melancholic... it sails across.

Truly magical... every time... March arrives.

SONG OF MARCH: SUMMONING SPRING

By Nguyen Chinh Dai

In March, the pomelo trees bloom,
With drifting rain and gentle sunbeams.
The rice fields ripe with crimson hues,
Wafting fragrance warms the heart with love.

The roses blush with deep affection,
Wanting to drown in the intermingling scents.
The wind frolics with the sun,
Calling forth desires, waving in the realm of love.

March, warm to the core of the soul,
Urging many tightly held embraces to break free.

9. Poem: SONG OF MARCH - Nguyen Chinh Dai