Top 18 Exquisite Poems by Poet Dạ Quỳnh

OCEAN MEMORIES

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

The streets mourn the absence of your footsteps

The sea lingers, longing for the waves to embrace

No longer together to cherish, to nurture

The sky weeps with melancholy as you depart.

This evening, the ocean sings the song of farewell

The sands bewildered, scattering memories

Without hands interlaced, aching within the chest

On your side of the clouds, do you harbor private sorrows?

The vast, boundless expanse of the blue ocean

Blame not the distance that separates our love

Flocks of seagulls busy themselves in flight

Which direction, do you await news from me?

Why do the trees, still green, not sprout anew?

Our love confined to a realm of suffocation

I return to you the night of tousled hair rendezvous

Soft lips... intoxicated with endless yearning...

ACHE

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

Why not come together while the heart still beats fervently

For... I fear that tomorrow even the gaze will grow weary

Life has countless days of pain yet love is like smoke

Fragile to the extreme

Yearning for you! Unable to confine into frames

I search through traces of past love feeling foolish

Many photos, yet the original remains elusive

Spending all at once just to know I love.

They say July is the season of drifting raindrops

Like a relief sculpture I... gamble

engraved with boundless pain

Passion intense just yesterday but unable to contribute

Far in sight yet distant in heart...

In the end we... remain parallel lines.

No one dares to bend

hoping for a shared step

Don't blame the rainy month for not bearing the weight

The reverse flow

weary shores lifetime together...

Dạ Quỳnh

REMNANT LOVE

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

I come to collect... the old forgotten verses

Carving your name on the gentle leaves

Love incomplete, moon shadow on the porch

Quỳnh flowers bloom silently in the deserted night.

You! Fading sun, autumn wanes the wind also wanders

I...haven't boasted yet... our past love

Years pass by, following the current

Forever is the past...

doesn't exist now.

Verse incomplete, love incomplete the dream

Half I carry, half follows the partly crescent moon

Can't catch up with you even though my feet rush

I stop even though... fervently loving.

Afternoon bustling with wind, a kite flutters

I understand in life always accompanied by gain - loss

Former love remnants now I seek a place to store

Leaves falling many, the sky is about to turn to winter...

Dạ Quỳnh

AMBIVALENCE

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

I'm willing to quietly step past you

Carrying old love to let go with the white clouds

After enduring countless storms... life's waves are still not calm

What to gather for peace?

The days we loved each other - vibrant red memories

I innocently built dreams beside you

Who would have thought...our castle was built entirely of water

Waves carry us far from shore.

When will the aimless wandering cease?

Happiness doesn't call by name...lost in the karmic path

You stop being a husband, I forget the title of wife

The pink thread

breaks midway...painful.

Don't promise because...there's no next lifetime

Let our dream together be buried in the past

I cling to tranquility through days and months

Amidst desolation yearning for peace

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THE LAST LEAF

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

The last leaf remains at the end of autumn

When you're away, the season loses its charm

One, two, three, four... silently I whisper each day

Loving someone quietly as winter sets in.

Not every longing can be counted - measured

A fragile thread of love like a strand of bamboo curtain in the wind

The wind, indifferent... carries love away...

never stopping at the end of the alley

So the moonlight hesitantly waits for the night dew.

It seems like August just crossed the threshold

Not serene, but... my heart is like turbulent waves

Gently holding onto the season, don't pass too quickly

Fearful... of losing the last leaf

losing your footsteps

Dạ Quỳnh

FRAGILE LEAVES DRIFTING

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

I'm back, do you know, sister?

After months and years searching for leaves

For you - my heart seems never to haggle

In this world of seven billion people... only I suffer.

The promise of drifting leaves since the days of innocence

I was fifteen, you sixteen full moons

Your eyes, your eyelashes looked at me anxiously

Asking in this world, are there drifting leaves?

That year, silk threads blossomed along the riverbank

Carrying vows through many bright moonlit nights

The day of return, my soul stirred with excitement

Drifting leaves seen... dreaming of your arrival in early autumn.

Oh dear! My heart aches hearing your lullaby

The yellow leaves fall swiftly

my heart feels tight

I search for drifting leaves, you... play hide and seek

That day, the sky mourned in the raging storm.

The promise of yesteryears now turned to... nothingness

The murky water flows downstream to another land

Silk threads along the riverbank sigh sorrowfully

You followed your husband... fragile leaves drifting no more...

Dạ Quỳnh

EMBRACING AUTUMN

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

Eventually, you turned away

Leaving me amidst the lingering memories

Fate... stands still

merely an excuse

Who can fathom the depths of human hearts?

If only in the past I didn't... foolishly nod

No dreams of betel leaves... floral hairpins, or white sorghum dresses

So now, I must accept bitterness

Silently amid the withering autumn...

Perhaps happiness is truly... rare

Amidst the vastness of longing... they say love now... is fleeting

I'm like a flower in the heat of summer... withering

Fading as autumn arrives...

Amidst the expanse of the season... why does the soul still ache

Extending my hand to dispel the old sorrows

Between you and I, love is still insufficient

What can I... bargain with in autumn.

Dạ Quỳnh

UNTITLED

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

From the night, wandering in dreams

Hearing the wind's cries beyond the window

From you, a thin thread of the heart

Swinging along the path of pain.

From someone's fleeting affection

Letting the bond of fate swiftly drift away

From someone's deceived heart

Mountains crumble, seas dry... empty in life.

Love letters reluctantly formed...falling

You leave, I stay... releasing vows.

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I WANT TO RETURN TO HANOI ON THE FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

I want to return to Hanoi on a day in early autumn

Hold your hand amidst the golden Rice vermicelli stalls, once heard...Trinh recounting

Stroll around West Lake, you said: as beautiful as a painting

The long streets gently sway with yellow leaves.

I want to return to Hanoi to greet the cool breeze

Wrap a gentle chiffon scarf and walk with you through the ancient houses

Through the alleys, through each small lane

I smile brightly like a Warbler.

Hanoi, a thousand years suddenly becomes soft as wheat flour

When I look at you, deeply gazing into your eyes

When our hands hold tight and feel the hearts firm

Just for a moment, is it enough to make a promise?

This season, Hanoi intoxicates me

Seeping into my soul is an abundance of longing

Is it that I love Hanoi only as an excuse

Deep in my heart, painfully missing someone.

Hanoi of the twenties has passed

You and I, our laughter no longer as green as the leaves

Amidst seven billion people, we suddenly...

touch each other's shoulders so please don't hesitate

Let the golden autumn not hastily turn to winter.

Dạ Quỳnh

TO THE THIRD PERSON

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

Half of my life stumbles upon you

Lost in the road, hence the lack of a gentle smile

Half of the love rearranged, sent... into the night

Half barren, under the midday sun's faint warmth.

The season bears no sweet fruit

Leaves aren't green because... they're crooked and misaligned

Areca nuts can't weave the lime

A few promises are let go with a limp.

Because of fate's absurdity

You pile up, waiting... for a transient lullaby

We two, in the middle of aimlessness

The shores of longing endlessly... drift apart.

The train halts at the terminal

You stand alone, as the third... in love's marketplace

Yes! Night will give way to dawn

You'll return to the other side...

our love...

dissolved.

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MOTHER !!!

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

Rain falls, soaking the evening sky

Mother shoulders burdens, her figure sways home

Winds tug, pulling along the riverbank

Two mists, one sun, a hat... shields her head.

'Endured through many storms'

Pillows worn, feet weary... etched with deep glances

Youthful branches embrace ancient trees... intertwined

Nestled into mother's silent, vast heart.

This evening, winds blow beyond the courtyard

Watching sparrows gracefully flit between branches

Oh, Mother! Your sweet, nourishing milk

Despite life's hustle... always reserves a portion for me.

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SWAYING

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

Far for a day, the world seems desolate

You're no longer carefree as before my arrival

People often say, in life's drama what role is missing?

Is there any opera where the lead actress is not sincere?

March paints the sky red with Moc Mien flowers

April's Ken Loa dreams of incomplete reunions

You count time with your thin five fingers

June is full, packed with joyful days.

If by chance happiness retreats

Perhaps Bang Lang will bury longing

Cicadas play an unfinished love song

Phoenix trees whisper sadness, summer sun hides in autumn.

You know my dear! Not every division has a remainder

You also hesitate and hesitate

The ferry of fate hesitates amidst a thousand fierce waves

Is there any aphorism explaining merging - parting.

Here I am with overflowing love

The affection remains, though aware we're gambling

Perhaps don't come in the previous autumn?

At the end of our road, we weave dreams of unity.

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HOW DO YOU LOVE ME, ANSWER ME

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

How do you love me? Answer right away

Don't pretend to sow nostalgia in the depths of your eyes

Speak with wings, saying you feel heartache

Not meeting one day feels like a millennium...part three.

You hate me now, singing a love song

Do, re, mi, fa, so...forever touching

Asking how much love? Pretending to be naive and absorbed...

The verse...the infatuation color of a faithful dress.

Oh...why are you always so vague

I ask if you love or not? Answer...yes or no

Don't just gaze at the moon and frolic with the wind

Chị Hằng's clam...that love is like a dream.

I asked if you wrote a poem the other day?

Your hair is shoulder-length, why always write about short hair

Or at dusk, follow whoever you're infatuated with

So my eyes sadden, July soaked in dewy days.

Promising to live together until old age

I ask if you love me, why haven't you confessed yet

Hate it already...let others argue

Answer one question even...whisper softly in my ear.

How do you love me, salty sea...sweet river?

Ask for the last time, did you say it or not?

Dạ Quỳnh

DON'T WAIT FOR GUILT... FLUTTERING PETALS

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

Sister told you, don't seek fluttering petals

For the old riverbank no longer blooms with gold

Flowers bloomed, the ferry took sister without choice

Through this gate to the distant husband.

Forget sister, forget twilight evenings

Fluttering petals, once a dream of husband and wife

Old songs now dissolve amidst market days

It's past noon, time to head back.

Too crowded, even the clouds drift calmly

The wind sways, no longer sharing the same block

Fluttering petals of the past bear no blame

Sister married, waves of heartache surge.

Let go, my dear... Return to tend the betel row

Don't always gaze back to dye with hues of longing

First love often light on fate, short on debt

Don't wait...guilt...fluttering petals.

Dạ Quỳnh

ARE YOU WILLING TO RETURN TO MOTHER'S HOMETOWN WITH ME?

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

Ask you if...truly compassionate?

Let's journey together to mother's hometown

Hear the wind's whisper, feel our youthful souls

Enveloped by the sky where sparrows call each other.

Will you come with me to cultivate the land

Tend to the green betel trees and vibrant areca palms

Do you know? Mother's hometown is poor but rich in affection

The entire brown land cherishes every step.

Will you come with me to rediscover smiles

From our twenties, hair fluttering in the wind

Of the swaying thatched roof, courtyard filled with hay, in the days of poverty

Two meals of pumpkin, lacking rice supplemented with potatoes.

Nearly twenty years, feet tirelessly tread

Thoughts of forgetting the scent of burning fields under the noon sun

Forget the fish, crabs on the riverbank in June afternoons

Forget mother's loving eyes, anxious with anticipation.

You've traveled far on winding roads

Dreams and aspirations, why does the heart feel weary

Come with me, return to the dreams of yesteryears woven...

Watching the evening's smoke, reality seems like childhood.

Dạ Quỳnh

FOR A RAINY JUNE AFTERNOON

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

You came to find me in an afternoon devoid of sunshine

Only the sound of your footsteps quietly falling askew

In this left chest, still...imprisons...its own sorrow

Though many seasons have passed, the purple mulberries still fall along the path.

You dare not blame, life is full of complexities

Only pity our hearts forever cramped with pain

Perhaps...

the missing areca nut leaves from those days of joy?

So both of us are hesitant about our karma.

June hesitates, the sun - rain sews threads of longing

To make the journey back seem endlessly zigzagging

Or is it because of you - the fickle woman

Who dare not sing a gentle melody, wait - but endlessly embrace turmoil.

The old dream, reluctantly calling... lost love

Years, foolish months return the old lover

The wind against the road asks if you have forgotten?

A teardrop falls askew...the June rain bursts into sobs.

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SILVER AFFECTION

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

I won't ask why if tomorrow you don't come

For weary birds must pause their flight

Our date shall be framed

Then sent far away to the utmost desolation.

I won't be sad if you forget the days

Countless mornings and evenings we walked side by side

I won't remember... our dreams of betel nuts and areca flowers

Please, my love... let's not make another date.

I am just a station for the ship to and fro

At the end of the road, someone awaits you

Fate mocks me, turning me into the third wheel

Even... by the measure of time, I arrived first.

I'll turn my back on playing the game of chance

For human hearts... are murky waters

Which ruler can measure true intentions?

The river doesn't follow its course... love diverges to another stream.

Dạ Quỳnh

WRITING FOR MY CHILD

Poem by Dạ Quỳnh

Not all the blue sky can be yours, my child

But sweetness shall nurture seeds and water shall flow

The path you tread and the steps you take

Amidst obstacles, mother shall stand by.

Mother weaves dreams for you, with pillows and blankets

Your innocent soul is guided by new faith

Ahead lies the vast ocean, the lofty sky

The sunbeam illuminates the dreams.

You exist for me to write poetry

Though burdens may weigh heavy on my shoulders

Your childhood smells of each slice of bread

The moment to gather, swiftly matching meal times.

You gift me with fragrant sheets of paper

Ten points with a radiant smile

Pressed flowers onto pages

And years of waiting as you grow tall.

I dare not dream of grand achievements

Nor do I dream of your lofty success

For in my heart, it remains eternal

The tale of my life, written into poetry.

Dạ Quỳnh