Top 17 Beautiful Poems on the Love of School Days

SUMMER MEMORIES
Author: Phan Thi Tuyet Van

The cicadas' song urges summer to arrive.
Along the road, the flame trees bloom beautifully.
Sunbeams pierce through the gaps in the leaves.
The two of us share the same umbrella.

We just want to stay close like this.
Walking side by side, holding hands tightly.
Let the cicada’s tune echo forever.
Sending a bouquet of phoenix flowers with a hint of intoxication.

We know that time will never stop.
The schoolyard is red with the warmth of the sky.
Our love has grown through the years.
The memories of being together in those precious days.!!

Autumn Rain Drop
HN 15/5/2018

TRACES OF TIME

Author: Tu Uyen

The summer sighs softly as it fades away.
I find myself yearning for the sweet memories of youth.
There was a time when you pouted,
But how could you not love, yet be so tangled in confusion?

Passing notes during recess,
Yes, I accidentally found myself thinking of the desk beside me.
Once, I pretended to sit nearby,
Our lips almost touched, our eyes met, so gentle... so innocent.

Words of love written under the morning sun,
The red phoenix flowers hastily tucked into a page of poetry.
My first love was like a foolish boy,
While you, so pure, dreamt with sorrow in your eyes...

Blame the afternoon rain that came suddenly,
The words of love drifted away, as summer pain swirled.
Alone, I search for the trace of our first love,
Trying to find the colors of time that have passed...

Tu Uyen

THE FLIRT

Author: Phan Thu Ha

“The flirt, oh the flirt,
Someone lost a notebook, I found it.
If you want it back, come make a deal,
Otherwise, I’ll keep it to read for fun.”

Teasing you made you silent,
Quietly walking home, head down.
In the season of red phoenix flowers,
He followed behind, unsure of what to say.

You sat in front, I sat behind,
Playing all sorts of pranks, like the devil.
Time passed quickly, and the school years flew by,
And another summer came, with phoenix flowers in bloom.

You grew up, no longer the little girl,
And I, too, had become a man.
Who knew that the word “hate” would bring us together,
One day, we promised to meet again.

Out of nowhere, I reminded you of the past,
Calling you “the flirt,” once again.
You blushed, smiled, no longer angry,
And tomorrow, we would go our separate ways.

Out of nowhere, I gently held your hand,
You didn’t pull away, said nothing.
The phoenix flower was pressed into the notebook,
Our first confession, before the exams came.

Then I left, and you stayed behind,
Not knowing when I would return.
Our parting tears fell on that uncertain afternoon,
As twilight colored the world a deep purple.

That time is now gone, the season of phoenix flowers passed.
We each drifted along our separate paths.
But my first love will always stay in your heart,
And who knows, maybe one day, you’ll hear: “The flirt!”

THE DRY BUTTERFLY
Poem by: Truong Tuy Anh

He was tall and lanky,
Sitting at the farthest desk,
Often scribbling foolish things,
Just to tease and annoy.

One day during break,
He nudged me, whispered,
"Let’s meet by the gate,
Come to my hometown with me."

Under the bright moon,
We sat by the rice fields,
My heart was fluttering,
With a sense of longing.

Then he whispered softly,
"Tomorrow, we’ll be apart.
Will you remember me,
On this starry night?"

He rambled on,
Hesitating as he held my hand,
When his mother’s voice called out,
"Come home, my child..."

On graduation day,
The red phoenix flowers bloomed in the yard,
The cicadas buzzed loudly,
And I heard someone sobbing.

Choking on goodbye,
He handed me a card,
With a pressed butterfly,
Its wings still drying.

I went to the capital,
Never seeing him again,
The butterfly, sun-kissed,
Still rests in my heart.

THE LITTLE GIRL

Author: Pham Hong Giang

I still like to call you my little girl.
You smile and say, "I’m no longer little, my love."
Your cheeks are less rosy, your hair no longer green.
Only the sweet memories linger on, like silk threads of longing.

But my dear, love is still the breath of life.
It’s as sweet as it was in our youth.
In those innocent days, when we teased each other,
Too shy to hold hands, though our hearts longed to.

Then there were those times we climbed over walls, arriving late.
Our friends would laugh, the teacher would turn us away.
There were moments when we skipped school,
To sneak behind and pick red phoenix flowers together.

That time still echoes in my heart.
In the quiet, I hear the soft whispers of love.
The corner of the school yard still holds a memory,
Of the red phoenix flowers blooming, marking our parting.

I still want to call you, even though it's late.
The little girl...
From back then...
Shattered now...
But still, my heart!

25/03/2015 Pham Hong Giang

ONCE THE MISCHIEF MAKER
Poem by: Thu Hien

Back then, I was a silly schoolboy,
Secretly in love with the girl at the desk above.
Not knowing how to express my feelings,
All I did was tease her, causing mischief.

There was that time when my uniform was stained,
And I, in my foolishness, acted like a clown.
While I drew flowers as memories,
She got caught in the rain... and cried.

There were also moments when I hid her pencil and ruler,
And when the teacher called her to answer,
Her notebook was incomplete and she got punished,
Her name added to the list of late assignments.

Then, by some strange twist of fate,
One day, I mustered up the courage of a hero.
I secretly placed worms, lizards, and snakes
In her bag, like a madman.

She got angry and asked to switch classes,
And I stood there, stunned, blaming myself.
The desk where she sat was empty,
And I wandered around like a lost soul.

Now, those mischievous days are long gone,
And I still remember that first day back at school.
She told me, "You were such a troublemaker back then,
I liked you but never had the courage to admit it."

Embarrassed, I scratched my head,
As memories of the past flooded back.
The apology I never gave back then,
Even now... it may be too late, but please don’t be angry.

Hạlong 10.8.2018
Image sourced from the internet

CONFESSION
Poem by: Ho Viet Binh

"Red Phoenix"—a beautiful song
It helped me express my feelings for you.
Yesterday, I practiced singing all night,
And today, I sit here on the steps, lost in thought.
Surely, you must already know,
This way of confessing love is so old-fashioned.
Now, with technology, it's so easy,
Just a "tweet" and you'll be at my side.
Thinking this way, I felt confused,
But that's not the case; you're actually happy.
Looking up, you smiled and said,
"I accept your love, my dear."

FLICKERING IN MARCH
Poem by: Do Huong

We returned to March,
The Gạo flowers ignited the path,
Burning bright in your heart,
A time when love filled the air.

A sky so clear,
The red Gạo flowers flickering,
The road rustling with leaves,
Winding like a painting.

Your bicycle,
Shaking and rattling like a ghost,
The guardrail cracked,
As mud splashed everywhere.

The Gạo tree and your village,
As large as in fairy tales,
The roots hanging like curtains,
Birds chirping in pairs.

We still walked each other home,
Passing by the Yến Tree,
Where many ghosts were said to live,
As the children often said.

We were so young back then,
Your hair reached your ankles,
Washing your hair while standing on a stool,
The water glistening in the bowl.

The brown guitar strummed,
The love song left unfinished,
"... Soon we’ll be apart,
The border road is swept by winds..."

We were once together,
Our love lighter than the wind,
Washing each other’s hair,
So carefree, like children.

Tightly we stayed together,
Singing our song,
Remembering the "sad movie"
That "the sad movie" was.

Our accents sounded odd,
We giggled together,
The Gạo flowers flickering,
Let’s walk each other home, shall we?

Now, March has passed,
Do you still remember, my Goose?
The brown guitar strumming,
The love song left behind.

07/03/2017
Do Huong

THE WELL'S EYES
Poem by: Phan Huy Hung

The well in the schoolyard from the old days,
During breaks, you’d sway, brushing your hair.
I’d call out to the wandering clouds and waves,
The laughter echoed deep in the well.

Then one day, you joined the militia,
I went to the battlefield to fight the enemy.
All that remained between us were the well’s eyes,
Reflecting every path we walked.

When I returned, your eyes waved the national flag,
In your eyes, I saw the image of you, beautiful on the day of unification.
Our love, like the shape of the country,
A complete trust, unbroken.

Schoolyard memories still etched in the bottom of the well,
Our meeting, a moment of happiness in our gaze.
Life, sometimes clear, sometimes cloudy,
But our journey, like the well’s eyes, will never fade.

Memories come rushing back, wrapped in poetry!

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SUNSHINE FLOWERS
By: Nghiêm Mẫn

Sleep creeps in around midnight,
Carrying me back to those magical years.
The age of dreams, when we were schoolmates,
Wandering the little streets, you and I.

Sunshine flowers kissed your hair gently,
Resting on your thin shoulders, caressing you.
I walked silently beside you, secretly blaming myself,
Perhaps, I was never quite at ease with the sun.

Startled awake in the quiet night,
Sunshine flowers and you are gone.
Wondering, in that distant place,
Do you ever think of me?

The little street today is flooded with sunlight,
It’s just me, walking alone in the emptiness.
I raise my hand to claim back the sunshine flowers,
A silent moment... just me with myself.

Author: NGHIÊM MẪN

LOVE SONG OF MAY
By: Lê Hương

Did you return to the summer of fifteen,
The age when we walked together under the full moon?
Those innocent, impetuous feelings
Buried in our hearts, yet still echoing inside...

Did you return to the old school in May,
Hearing the cicadas sing the lingering love song?
The petals of the phoenix flower still pressed together,
With shy handwriting in the yearbook from our youth...

My first love, I gave it all to you.
Years have passed, but who would have known it would revive?
The pure love we had in school,
Will you return to write the green love song again,
So the schoolyard will echo with the sound of swallows singing?

HO CHI MINH CITY, 10-8-2018

SUMMER FAREWELL
By: Trần Diệu Hương

Look, the red phoenix flowers blaze in the summer sky,
Violet jacarandas and golden cassias fall gently,
The cicadas’ song resounds, weary and long,
The schoolyard silent, filled with memories of sorrow.

Who still remembers our love from before?
Do you remember the promises we once made?
This summer, my heart still trembles,
Remembering the touch of that hand long ago.

We walked hand in hand, carefree and slow,
The gentle sun casting shadows of you and me.
This summer, you still long for us,
To walk together by the shores of West Lake.

Who could have known, this farewell would come?
Life is harsh, so full of bitterness.
No more promises, no more hands entwined,
The cicadas’ cry mingles with the pain of parting.

The waves of the Red River erase our promises,
The Thanh Niên Road empty of footsteps.
Golden swallows flutter away,
Pink lotuses lose their bloom, and who could have known?

I still wait, I still hope for you,
Dreaming, always waiting and longing.
Even as storms and winds rage,
This summer, I light a fire, yet you are nowhere to be found.

Old friend, the phoenix blossoms have borne fruit,
The promises we made are forever unfulfilled,
Buried beneath the blue sky,
The phoenix flowers drop their petals, parting... farewell.

THE OLD PHOENIX

By: Hoàng Lan

I searched for you through every season of the summer rain,
The paths were shrouded, memories turned silver with longing.
Your tear-filled eyes in the evening, so full of sorrow,
Parting, the summer carried only pain and silence.

What remains of our love now,
As the red phoenix petals wither beneath the July rains.
In vain, I searched for your image in the shadows,
After you left, the summer burned with emptiness.

As the evening sun set, I tried to craft verses from its light,
But only cold indifference remained, bitter and unfulfilled.
That white dress, how I yearned for it,
Pure, untainted, like the soul I lost in the schoolyard.

I searched for you again, lost in the mist,
Unseen, with only the word 'love' left unspoken.
If by chance you return along this familiar road,
The phoenix flowers will still wait, silent and still.

Hoàng Lan

REDISCOVERING APRIL

By: Lê Đình Tiến

I return to the old schoolyard,
The maples still green where we once met.
But now the faces are all so distant,
I search for one… hoping to find the verse we once shared.

There was a girl who’d pass by the classroom door,
Stealing glances at me, pretending to be aloof.
I was too foolish to know back then,
Who would have guessed that she was in love with me.

Who knew love would be this way?
Innocence mixed with honesty and hope.
Back in school, I always sat at the back,
Writing poems and watching her pass by.

I’d leave early, waiting for her after class,
We’d meet in silence, no words to say.
The flowers from the guava tree fell, scattered on her hair,
She unknowingly took April with her as she went.

And I knew, the exam season would soon come,
The cicadas’ shells left under the old tree.
The final meeting came, but she didn’t show up,
I returned, unable to extinguish the season of flowers.

She moved to the city, we’ve been apart since then,
But the longing still lingers, even now.
I’m stuck between April, regretting deeply,
That I could never find that April again.

Poet: Lê Đình Tiến
Image: st

THE AGE OF DREAMS!
By: Phan Thúc Đinh

After days spent hiding by the phoenix tree,
Waiting for autumn as the maples don their blue coats,
And this morning, the schoolyard comes alive,
The sun gently caresses the wide branches of the trees.

The chirping of the sparrows stirs the air,
And the schoolyard awakens with youthful dreams!
The graceful ao dai flows, so elegant,
As dreams of her hair flutter through the sky, uncertain!

You return, and my heart is instantly ablaze,
Longing for you, while the leaves wait for the season.
You daydream by the window, the wind teasing your hair,
Your eyes eagerly await the sun's warm embrace.

The morning dew lingers, reluctant to part from the leaves,
It hesitates and falls softly at the tip of the branches.
I watch you, fearing that a single blink might shatter
The precious moment where your soul dances with dreams.

The birds too seem to be eavesdropping,
As they see me lost in your gaze.
On the first page of my notebook, I drew a heart,
And you playfully laughed... I was innocent from that very moment!

Phu Quy, 9/8/2018.
Grandfather Định.

FOREVER WITH TIME

By: Bùi Thế Uyên

The flame of love that seemed to have faded,
Suddenly returns through your gaze, your lips.
The love we once had seemed lost long ago,
Yet it lives on within me, like a naive dream.

I remember you, with your kind smile,
Your love lingers, ever present through the years.
I search for you in my endless memories,
The falling petals of the phoenix mark the old summer.

The memories of childhood, friends gathered round,
During recess, we’d talk and laugh.
But you, standing at a distance, shy and quiet,
Your distant gaze, as if seeing beyond the present.

We looked at each other, though it seemed like we already knew,
For love had made me foolish and unaware.
I return to those distant memories,
My heart adrift, caught in the days of youth.

I remember the teachers, their struggles and kindness,
Now far away, yet I still cry, moved by love.
I miss my old friends, and nostalgia fills my heart,
Wishing that the sweet scent of youth would return.

We meet again, under the purple flowers,
These memories will live on, forever with time.
Thinking of you, my love overflows,
The sweetness of your lips, entwined with happiness.

Warsaw
10/06/2018

HEY THERE - HEY YOU

By: Trịnh Thanh Hằng

Hey, I want to tell you something,
Can I borrow your notebook from yesterday?
I'll return it tomorrow, no worries,
A pressed rose will stay between the pages, so pure.

Hey, it's break time now,
Let's sit together in a quiet corner of the yard.
I see the phoenix flowers falling, so beautiful,
I pick one up and gently tuck it in your hair, a promise between us.

Hey, every evening, we chase bees and catch butterflies,
Down the village lane, under the setting sun.
The kites soar in the sky, carefree,
Hurry back home, or else your mother will scold you!

Hey, I can never forget the sound of your laughter,
Your joyful eyes, sparkling with youth.
How bittersweet to say goodbye,
As you march off to join the army, a tear falls in silence.

Hey, tomorrow you’ll face the trials of soldier life,
Endless hardships, through forests and rivers.
But whenever you pick a small orchid for me,
I will treasure it, a token of our love.

Hey, when you come home on leave,
Visit me, let's soothe the ache in our hearts.
I'll wait, a kiss longing to be shared,
The start of a lifetime of love to give.

Hey...

Trịnh Thanh Hằng