Top 16 Poems Celebrating March

Memories of March

Realm of Memories

Night returns slowly, veiled in mist,
Sister curls up, listening to life's gentle flow.
March,
immersed in the scent of golden mimosa quietly.
Sister rests her head on her five fingers, lost in thought.
The day you left,
the sky turned windy... cold.
The woman shrinks within the empty, stark house.
March suddenly grows chilly with gusts of wind.
Sister, too, grows colder with the passing of time.
The woman with scars aplenty,
Life's ups and downs etched in her faded smile.
Her life story told in clumsy, foolish verses.
Thin fingers grasp onto memories.
March's sky seems endlessly melancholic,
Still lingering... persistently.
Piercing her heart with burning regrets,
For a day when you turned away... indifferent.
With no debts to each other, March remains a mere reminiscence.
Sister, like a lost bird in the vast unknown,
Sings a soulful tune in the silent, expansive night.
01/03/2019
Realm of Memories

Ode to March

Hoa Diên Vỹ

March arrives, my love
Does the earth still blush in myriad shades of red?
The woodlands ablaze like a spent ember
I've unwittingly drunk the essence of a flower.

The rice trees at the village entrance

Do you see the long scar there?
Etched with our names in youthful fervor
Surely, the intertwined letters remain?

Hidden carefully, yet sleep eludes

Old memories come haunting again.
Falling gently in the cool corner of the countryside
A young man leisurely swings on a branch.

The sky stretches in an endless green
The fire burns brightly in the rice flowers.
Who adorned a string of crimson blooms
To daydream in the evening breeze...

I startle, too late with my declaration of love
The magpie has flown to a new shore.
The flowers still linger, my dear
Only I remain on the old path, lulling myself.

MARCH

Phan Thu Hà

White carpets of flowers adorn the streets
Ao dai glides lightly, exuding fragrance
March returns, enchanting
Leaving life mesmerized by the maidenly figure

The lips of flowers whisper in secret
Red hues dot the sky, marking the arrival of spring
A hint of unfamiliar love in the air
Hesitation...someone carves the image of a beauty

As if a familiar figure just passed by
Pink spring yet to bid farewell in haste
Fragrant hair reminiscent of slender shoulders
Calling March back with the intoxicating scent of grass

Fingers delicately embroider the spectrum of colors
The scent of life lulls along the flowery path
Promising the return of love
So the pink sun rises, oh March

Phan Thu Hà

MARCH!
Author: Nguyễn Đức Phúc

Words unspoken with anyone yet
Just after Tet, January and February have gone.
Around, branches have budded
Flowers turned into fruits, still young.

Spring is still lingering
Summer comes, releasing its green sunlight on leaves.
Where are the rabbits chirping?
Bees seeking nectar, swarming over blooming flowers.

March is still there
For people to meet and find Love.
28/2/2019.

SUN IN MARCH!

Lan Tran

Do you know, sun, the trees now want to weep
March arrives, tough for the farmers to keep
The canal dries, cracks on the fields so deep
Swallows circle once, then in silence they sleep.

The sun shines bright, no more green on the trees
Bare branches wait, watching for the rain's tease
Clouds in the sky, have they gathered with ease?
Or forgotten, letting evening embrace with ease?

March's heat floods the streets, no moment to spare
We hastily don masks to breathe in clean air
A bit of annoyance, we scold March with a glare
Leaving skin dry, feeling the weather's unfair.

The March sun parches souls, relentless and stark
Yet, why does the mold in our hearts still embark?
The sun seems to beg, burn away the fool's mark
Burn away all the old sorrows, now stark...!
Lan Tran 01/03/2019

MARCH
Poetry by Phan Huy Hùng

March touches the peach tea cup
Leisurely, the wind enters the alley with a sup
Sun nurtures milk flowers in the sky
Fragrant like earth, like the scent of the old countryside

March brings water to the Pagoda
Sitting on a swing, swaying golden hammock
Someone there has found love
Thanks to the holy water for the village to rise above

March brightly clears away poverty
Smiles in the hamlet below, on the upper village's story
Youthful rice waves rise
Clutching the sky, thunder rolls...
March echoes!

SWEET MARCH

Nguyễn Ruyến

Here comes Spring about to embark
The universe shifts its burden to summer's spark
Rice fields ablaze along the river's bend
Thanks to the wind, calling the birds to flock and tend

Who's blushing cheeks beam and glow?
Sweet lips, sweet laughter overflow
Sweetness spreads deep inside me
Making my heart flutter wildly in March's spree

Is it the purple hue of eggplants in bloom?
Or perhaps the youthful buds in full perfume
Dancing gracefully in the spring air
Swaying delicately, welcoming another fair

Yet in the early afternoon's glow
Shadows flicker, as if parting to and fro
The vastness of days, slender and lean
Pours out longing for Clouds to meet Dragon keen

Love boats meander across the river
Who remembers whom, in March's quiver...

Ninh Binh City, 03/18
Nguyễn Ruyến

MELODY OF MARCH

Poem by: Moon Anh

March arrives, echoing the love song
Do you still recall a drizzling afternoon?
Purple orchids hung outside the lane
A love letter, my affection openly lain

Many nights spent restless in the school
Heart stirred by the poignant words so cool
Since then, I fell into the romantic fold
A gentleman, dignified and bold

Waiting for you at the March festival
The sacred land where your home does dwell
I'll understand Ninh Binh's essence so true
Sincere affection always ready to ensue

Today, seated in a distant foreign land
You reminisce about happiness so grand
Let us live by genuine affection's creed
Throughout life, for each other we'll take heed

Hong Kong, 28/2/2019

Wishes

Ngoc Bui

Poor, with only hands to show
Years pass, still plowing fields I sow
Wishing for someone to walk this road with me
To build a love that's meant to be

Dusk falls in the shadow of the eve
Fading sunlight, love's glow starts to leave
March brings rice blossoms on the tree
Spring to fall, waiting for thee

Giving you my heart, pure and true
In the lingering evening, love's brew
Waiting for you, how long will it be?
So nights aren't spent waiting, lost in dreams
(NB)
Dapal, 1/3/2019

HOME GARDEN

Pham Tan Dan

The garden blooms with beauty all around
Come and enjoy the sight here found
Landscapes painted in splendor bright
Spring's sweet scent fills the air just right

Gentle pastimes with friends to share
Harmony in the lovely scenes we care
Happy together, wherever we roam
Home garden's charm, like a soaring phoenix's dome

5/3/2019

HE RETURNS TO SEEK THE LEAVES, THE FLOWERS

Poem by Van Anh

The spring atmosphere is subtly lingering

He returns to the northern gate, I await eagerly...

Angry, then burning the verses

Northern wanderer returns, I silently weep!

Far away, rain pours heavily

Carrying the scent of pomelo, moonlight gently sways...

Missing you, pouring intoxicating honey

Soft lips kiss hair, faintly trembling!

He returns to the bamboo groves

Old ferry, ancient wharf, boats coming and going

Deep river with waves, eroding banks

The season of floods, full of sorrows and joys...

When will he think of me?

Plowing fields, counting the dark night's beats?

He returns to seek the leaves, the flowers,

Only I sew clothes, awaiting the March husband!

Biên Hòa 3. 3.2019

Van Anh Doan Thi

March Palette

Trương Hải Thúy

March comes with rice flowers ablaze
Old love still red with memories' embrace
Whose past affection once in bloom
Foolishly gave all to love's bright gloom

Memories linger, so much to recall
Still poignant in each moment's thrall
Past sorrows echo, never to cease
Darkening the sky in March's crimson fleece

March in the Central Highlands

Hien Nguyen Duc

March night in the Central Highlands
Gongs echo in the wind's embrace
Ako Dhong market, young Ede girl
Bare feet dance by the crimson fire

Invite, invite, drink the bamboo wine
Empty a buffalo horn to show respect
Brothers and sisters joyously gather
In traditional ethnic attire

Sip, sip, exchange glances over wine
Twist the wine to express hidden desires
Intoxicated, cheeks blush
Sparkling eyes, does anyone know?

Fingers pick up bamboo shoots, lift the wine
Cherry lips intoxicated with chivalry
Fire flares, ashes carried by the wind
Holding hands, dancing, singing

The Central Highlands vast and grand
Central Highlands forests majestic
Dray Nur waterfall murmurs eternal
Đắkrông River gives life

The fire is dying, the night darker
Heart still longing for endless joy
Central Highlands, promise to return
March in the Central Highlands forever green in the heart.
NDH

MARCH WITHIN ME

Hạ Như Trần

We're truly apart now, you and I
The gentle words we once shared have faded away
We walk on without hesitation
Erasing remnants of our past

Our love is like the fleeting wind, the drifting clouds
You're in pain, the little affection I had, I gave
Then only know to bow my head in silence
Love gone, burdensome ties released

'Watching you secretly'' remains unspoken
March arrives, finding you adrift is strange
Tears roll down like pearls
For you, the one who hastily faded

Gazing, each in our own pain, both in the wrong
Indecision plagues the hesitant heart
'Perhaps loving again is impossible'
You yearn for
that distant place
where I am.

#Hạ Như Trần

MELODY OF SOLITUDE IN MARCH

Hong Vu

Grass whispers under the rain's patter
Tender buds open their eyes, gazing at life
The vastness of clouds, winds, and sky
Footsteps bustling past in cheerful rhythm

The season's call is earnest
Trees offer their vibrant sap, blossoms smile
Dry branches sprout greenery
By the porch, a flock of sparrows chirp

Chilly wind chimes resonate
Gentle spring days start with a soft chill
Sunrise and the ensuing haze
Suddenly, green fruits blush like peach cheeks

The verdant garden hums with activity
Fragrant flowers offer sweet nectar for bees
Spiders weave countless silk threads
Morning dew forms glittering chains

A tiny rainbow arcs in the sky
Chiming in the wind, the March solitude
The nightjar calls to its distant mate
On rice branches, red flowers herald summer

In March, longing returns
Ban weaves, absorbed in adorning her husband
Clumsily knitting, never completing
Hence tears turn into torrents of rain

In March, the fluctuating cold prevails
The tale of love as ancient as time, ever fervent..
25/3/2016

I LOVE YOU

Nguyễn Hiền

I want to be the gentle sunlight
The spring rain
The evening breeze softly singing
You, Pơ Lang
The month spreads each musical note
The vibrant red of love lighting the way home.

What do you hide in your passionate gaze
Soft wings of swallows, the warmth of your smile
The thin air sings... mountains and forests tread slowly
The waves of the sky gently ripple through me.

I am softly intoxicated... every corner of my eyes and lips
Intoxicated by the evening figure heading to the small street
You, pure and graceful... wrap my soul, abandoning the wind
Not wanting to return
For the lingering... Pơ Lang.

I want to become the wandering wind...

Poem: CHM9/3/19