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1. Poem: Touching You in Dreams
Touching You in Dreams
I accidentally
Touch you in poetry
Suddenly, the season of longing touches the endless
Touches of joy and sadness
Quivering
Sweet and tender touches of rhyme.
You turn into
A mist touching time
Making winter blush touches the color of shame
Not daring
To touch the dreamer
Even though spring stands touching with joy.
I wonder
If I touch a lot, will I dream?
Peace after the storm touches the naive shoulders
Before the sun leans, it seems to touch the face
My heart lingers
Touches the rainy days.
Remembering the sound
You smile, I stare blankly
Moonlit night
Doesn't come for me to wait
The scent of flowers, how can it touch without wind
Heartache
My soul touches the dream.
#DBT.
2. Poem: Morning and Rain
Morning and Rain
Winter morning
The rain curtain
Covers the face always shining
In the cold
Like skinning
Head bowed
Staggering steps.
The hands
No longer want
To spread out before the wind
Self-warming
Ignored
Whispered words of love
Because of loneliness
Lurking
Hovering around.
Suddenly
When seeing someone
Stepping into a puddle
Softly murmuring
They will probably soak up joy and sorrow in the cold
Then lose faith
Fear the unfamiliar black and white laughter
In the murky stream
Waving the paddle
Trying to upright the boat.
Has the street awakened yet?
Or still
Locked in a dream?
Let's get closer
Don't let
The fleeting saltiness add more distance
One remembers
One forgets
The deserted street
And our hearts
Are still not calm
The sky starts to rain again.
#DBT.
3. Poem: Thoughts Within Me
Thoughts Within Me
I sit down
On the edge of the sky's pulse
Before the mist spreads across blurred eyes
Mingling happiness with worldly goodness and evil
I..
I can't find balance.
I try to perform
To fulfill the role of happiness
Showcasing smiles to hide stinging tears
Sadness among the crowd
Joy deeply solemn and loud
I..
I struggle torn apart.
I'm just
A small woman
Longing to be loved
To share love under the sun and rain
Not for silver or gold or fame
I..
I don't know how to express properly.
I'm an old season
A palette of black and white
Black in the nights and white in the bygone days
Due to the selfishness of life's apathy
I..
I tilt with excess.
I silently pray
A whispered prayer of wishes
For peace to dispel storms and tides
Not to linger and trouble the heart
I..
I'm adrift in laughter and tears.
#DBT.
4. Poem: You
You
You
Like a small wave
Rippling on the lake's surface.
You
Become the wind
Caressing the vast autumn
You paint
The sun of summer
Warming the cold winter.
You
Become the gentle rain
Bringing forth rainbows
You
Disperse the white night
Inviting peace at the doorstep.
You
Is it longing?
Every time sad
I hope for
You
Share happiness
With a deeply sincere heart.
You
The joy and sorrow of words
In every line of my poetry
You
Enter the subconscious
Bestowing sweet dreams.
#DBT.
5. Poem: Fragile Winter Days
Fragile Winter Days
One day
People forget how to love
No longer knowing what longing, what missing is
When did resentment start?
It hesitates with fear
Cold, indifferent drifting by.
One day
No longer seen in each other's eyes
The frenzy
Hasty
Casual before the evening appointment
Then don't be surprised
For they have realized the inevitable stitch
The longing has dried up, then the love fades away.
One day
Who longs to nurture that love
Suddenly indifferent
Regardless of longing
As if in that intoxicated time
A tiny message
Makes the smile young again.
One day
Time flows long on the fingertips gently
Suddenly tired
Feeling sheltered
Past tenderness
If missing, sweetness turns sour
Yet now
Amidst the noisy, bustling streets
Hand in hand, smiling
Subtly awkward, rare.
One day
Perhaps then
The silent footsteps, back and forth
They will say
Be peaceful amidst the storm
Let the raindrops fly
Happy and sad, light as leaves, grass
Drifting
In the seasonal transition
Following happiness
Fragile.
#DBT
6. Poem: Fondness for Someone Old
Fondness for Someone Old
There's a leaf
About to fall, earthy brown
Recalling spring
Lush green affection
But rain and sun, indifferent, make it frail
Stalk, blade, vein
Fraying
Fading away slowly.
There's a sheet of paper
Just yellowed ink strokes
Fading smudges across the lines of poetry
Words once intoxicated now forgotten responsibilities?
For life is accustomed to worshiping beauty.
There's a breeze
Still often caressing
Across shoulders under a mane of hair when affectionate
But when the sky turns ominously cloudy
Quickly letting go
Letting the wind wander.
There's a row of streets
Yesterday strolling together
Not a worry, watching the peaceful sunrise
Suddenly an empty alley
Strange scents suffocating
Immediately stunned
Longing to glance at fleeting love.
The woman
Before the mirror whispers
Wants to paint over, conceal the signs of time
But the harder she tries
The more sorrowful her eyes and lips become
Tears blur softly on the strings of the harp.
Fondness for someone old
Must cherish each memory
Sharing
Understanding amidst the myriad trials
Learning patience amidst countless trials and tribulations
Even if tomorrow is the final chapter
The very end.
Does the promise of a brighter future matter?
Doesn't matter, appreciating
Ensuring joy?
Live to be understood sincerely
Lean on an unwavering support.
#DBT.
7. Poem: Vanity of the Worldly Realm
Vanity of the Worldly Realm
Stone statues
Unresponsive yielding to worshippers
Brass bells unconsciously resonate within beings
The heavens and earth merge in thoughtless contemplation
The boundless sea
Unbounded waves gaily unfurl.
Years and months
Indifferently drunk on the path of dreams
Involuntarily immersed in the misty illusions
Worldly gains and losses lean towards colorful scenes
Rain and sunshine indifferently swirl in the mundane dust.
Teaching of the Dharma
Without cause even amidst rituals
Delusion aimlessly breeds desire
Horizontal and vertical directions soullessly acquire and lose
Day and night indeterminately imbued with cold and heat.
Happiness
Indifference transforms into despair
Tranquility apathetically ebbs and flows
Letting go
Unseeking hence attaining
Nonchalantly aspiring to goodness will bring joy.
#DBT.
8. Poem: The Tale of the Stranger
Tale of the Distant Wanderer
Mist hangs
Hoan Kiem Lake faint and pale
Cloud shadows linger on slender shoulders
The Huc Bridge fading its hue
Awaiting the sun
Seasons intertwine, repaying debts.
Indifferent streets
No longer await with longing
Life dazes amidst old haunts
Beneath the Pen Tower
On the rooftop of the Dac Nguyet House
Leaves fall
Gently adorning temple courtyards.
Old Hanoi
Evening breeze whispers
Orchids
Frangipani fragrant and rich
Infiltrating deeply into dreams of bliss
Startled
Tilting into emptiness.
Winter so different!
Joys and sorrows blend anew
Remembering or forgetting, where does spring stray?
Summer wrestles with thoughts, reluctantly drifting to shore
Persistent only in autumn's grasp
Yearning for solace.
Hanoi nights
Gathering traces of lingering affection
Left behind by whom along the roadside?
Some surplus, some lacking
Half a lifetime
Yet untouched by love.
#DBT.
9. Poem: Even If Happiness Comes Late
There are moments
I allow myself to remember you
Longing for an embrace
Amidst the storms
No need for whispered endearments
Mixing sweetness with tender romance.
There are moments
I sincerely wish to love you endlessly
Like loving a young oak tree
Before the harsh winter
Watching the trembling leaves in the biting cold
Numbing the slender shoulders
Drenched in the mist.
There are moments
I understand you must always be resilient
Yet even in resilience
Women remain just women
How to hide those drops of joy or sorrow
Streaming endlessly
Over the vast expanse of memory.
There are moments
I wonder if happiness comes too late
So the regretful, the pained
Twist and turn through every message
When suddenly seeing the eyes and lips glisten
Life's dreams
Ebbing and flowing along the river of time.
There are moments
Our emotions aren't made of gold or silver
Yet that warmth is worth a thousand exchanges, buying and selling
Let's journey together through sun and rain
So heaven and earth
Will testify with faith.
#DBT.
10. Poem: Night as My Companion
I arrived late
So I bow my head in contemplation
The night looks at me with gentle eyes
Whispers softly:
- Rain, please don't fall anymore..
For their heart has already withered away.
Hearing this, the rain
Suddenly hesitates, falling silently
Partially releasing, gently soaking the river
The river, too
Stirring the deep and still flow
Hoping the night will relieve my heart.
The wind consoles:
' - Oh, pondering soul
- Lost and scattered like countless contradictory pieces
- The night has long yearned for you as a companion
- Out there, many have lost everything..! '
**
- Yes! I understand and thank the night
- Only for me, the night misses the moon season
- Restless, I confide in the night
- Moments of peace amidst eternal void.**
Since then
Whenever monotony sets in
I seek solace in the vastness of night
Night, a joyful companion
Bestows upon me the colors of hope
Painting belief in happiness in life.
#DBT.
11. Poem: Mother's Diary
Under the moonlight
She wrote her dreams on paper
Invisible ink, the language of love
Whispering secrets to the stars above
A lifetime of memories tucked within
In the diary of a mother's heart.
With every sunrise
She weaves stories of hope
Threads of laughter, tears of joy
A symphony of emotions, an ode to life
Each page a chapter of unconditional love
In the diary of a mother's soul.
Through life's trials
Her pen dances with resilience
Ink stained with sacrifice and perseverance
Her words, a beacon of strength
Guiding her children through the storms
In the diary of a mother's wisdom.
Years may pass
But her diary remains timeless
A testament to her boundless love
Etched in every line, every stroke
A legacy of love, forever cherished
In the diary of a mother's legacy.
#DBT.
Mother's Diary
In society..
He - a successful entrepreneur
The pinnacle of success that makes everyone look up
Comfortably settled
Well-behaved children, a reliable wife
He's always favored, honored by life.
On the anniversary...
He organizes a grand ceremony
With fine wine
Specialties from the sea, mountains..
All attendees are amazed with praise
Except for one
In the photograph
Tears flow.
That morning..
By chance, a moment of cleaning up
The old room
Where his mother lived for so long
He reads slowly a few lines in her diary
The paper yellowed
The silver ink faded.
The stifling afternoon..
On the tenth of September
Suddenly his mother hears her child's shout:
- Why do you push the rice grains aside?
- Where are your eyes?
- I'm very upset!
- You old woman..!!
His mother suddenly remembers..
Every time her child stumbles
She smiles gently, cleaning up, wiping
Because she understands
Young, old often make mistakes
Must love
No scolding, just love.
The chilly evening..
The October wind is chilling
Mother shivers, sweater too thin
The child scolds:
- You're slow and hesitant..!
- Shivering, trembling body
- Clearly annoyed..!!
The forgotten day..
Before the child's scolding
- The old woman is overly fond of keeping old things
- The noisy nights make it hard for anyone to sleep
- Won't listen..
Pretending to be deaf, disorderly.
His mother chuckles..
Fearing her child's sadness, she asks
Do you remember your childhood, the joyous questions
Then mischievous
Playful, mischievous antics
But day and night
She understands gently.
Living life's ups and downs..
From youth to old age, it's a cycle
Sometimes laughter
Sometimes illness, pain
Deeply longing for family
Sharing
No need for additional blame or worry
Mother's sadness.
Bullied by the child..
But mother never gets angry
Because the child is still the mother's child
That's it!
When she closes her eyes tomorrow
Mother will return to father's side
Loving only the lonely child in this world.
Reading until there..
Tears blur the pages
He chokes up:
- The unfilial child..
- Mother!
- Now remorse, but mother can't hear
- Salt mist covers the earth and sky.
If your mother is still here..
Please bow your head and contemplate
How to live as a worthy child
Don't disappoint the one who nurtured and cared for you
Is the table full
Does mother enjoy her meal?
#DBT.
12. Poem: Seeking Myself
Seeking Myself
One early dawn
I invited myself
Closely following the footsteps of the sky
To see if it resembled those ancient words
High sky, low earth now faded.
I sensed the changing season
The streets desolate
Perhaps frost along my shoulders?
So I let the wind tug at my hair
Blowing away sorrows and joys from dreams.
The worldly path, some gossiping bystanders
Before shame, after honor
Amidst the sway
Ups and downs of mindfulness
Neither good nor evil entangle the meditative mind.
Suddenly, upon the lips of a faintly smiling stranger
Beneath the disdainful facade, a distant expression
A question arises with the scent of nostalgia
Concealed eyes
Doubtful of life.
I suddenly startle at my own shadow
Time - who has taken it away
Leaving behind forgotten memories
A bit of youthful love from the twenties.
#DBT.
13. Poem: One Hanoi - One Me
One Hanoi - One Me
Hanoi in the old days
Moss and ferns
Roofs of streets, alleys
The lazy wind harbors dreams
Waiting for seasons to repay love.
Hanoi in pouring rain afternoons
Tilting slightly, the soft shoulders sway
Droplets of sadness and joy, big and small
Asking the heart
Remembering or forgetting?
Hanoi in sleepless nights
Dreams opening and closing countless times
The moonlight seeking refuge
The doorstep
Sitting, counting footsteps.
Hanoi in harsh sunny days
It seems
Bidding farewell to the departed
Happiness upside down
Fake tears
Laughing and crying with falling leaves.
What I have in Hanoi
Is you
Is a nightingale flower
Is a whole era of red flowers
Is a magical moment of peace.
#DBT.
14. Poem: The Twelfth Rhapsody
The Rhapsody of Twelve
End of night.. We lift our faces up Half a moon hanging Half flickering star of worry Where from does sudden sorrow shatter?
End of night.
Sunrise.. Cloud shadows gently veil the threshold Soft hazy sunlight Hasty steps hide A distant smile
Sunrise.
Sunset.. Invisible waves gently ripple Who wields the oar Lulling the drifting boat to the waterside Joy and sorrow Inclining to find the final happiness Only to stagger thereafter
Sunset.
Months and years.. Echoes of spring merely linger in the eyes Lamenting the four seasons drifting away Remembering and forgetting Five names Before the mouth of life brimming with questions Waiting for answers
Months and years.
#DBT.
15. Poem: How Long
How Long
Crossroad junction
A meeting point without merge..
Here stands he midst the chilling winter
Overwhelmed by countless love paths
Thinking to walk together, yet waiting with tilt.
Crossroad junction
A meeting point without merge..
Even if happiness ever reunites
Spring forever blossoms, green buds forever
At the end of the road, leaves pale.
Crossroad junction
A meeting point without merge..
Intense summer, sun paints golden on the door
Birds sing the age-old love story
But where's the human life as dreamlike.
Crossroad junction
A meeting point without merge..
Where the street corner is fragrant with milk flowers
The aroma of young rice swirls around the kitchen
Soul trembles..
Those old thirsts.
Crossroad junction
A meeting point without merge..
Before the brightly lit stage
Who wants a role filled with obstacles
But alas..!!
That screenplay, who would have known.
Crossroad junction
Where distances don't meet..
He doesn't long
Love flowing changing direction
He doesn't hope
Close yet far ecstatically
Trying to embrace to embrace the pain.
Crossroad junction
Oh transient four distances..
Not matching..
Not accompanying..
Not alike..
Like the four seasons turning in human fate
Hopeful
How long
Until distances become zero???
#DBT.
16. Poem: My Peace
My Peace
I still seek a bit of tranquil calm
Somewhere
Hidden by the roadside stall
A cup of tea, a few words exchanged
A peanut candy blending a bit of peace
I still seek a bit of tranquil calm
In the bustling street
Crowded life squeezing tight
Just a hand grasp
Quickly shuffling through the crowd
Yet the heart remains warm amidst the envy
I still seek a bit of tranquil calm
Drenched in dew drops
Hanging on the crimson leaves
The gentle tinkling
Bells swaying with the wind
The sun softly smiles on the familiar face
I still seek a bit of tranquil calm
Purple twilight, leaves softly fall on the grass
Dust swirls around footsteps far from the alley
Even the call of the ferry carries a bit of peace
I still seek a bit of tranquil calm
All four seasons
Earth and sky tilt and sway
Many people rush by turning hearts into stones
A moment of calm begins
Suddenly wanting to drift far
Only now
Do I truly understand
Tranquil calm needs no extravagance
Pressing
Put your trust in those nearby
For peace
Awakens returning to oneself
#DBT.
17. Poem: Advice of the Wind
Advice of the Wind
Be bold and paint away
Try painting all the luxury on the silver paper
No one will
Have the right to judge you good or bad
Because they also thirst to turn themselves into demons in the night.
Be bold and paint away
As we are just like an incomplete round number rolling on the doorstep
A grain of sand
Lonely amidst disdainful glances
Of the world's habits
And worldly tongues.
Be bold and paint away
Joy is what matters
No need to be so serious
Like the truth
No matter how distorted it becomes, it remains the truth
So don't worry about being lost
For this world always knows right from wrong.
Be bold and paint away
A drop of sweat
Mixed with smiles, rain, and sun on the shoulders
To let the footprints of time pass through the silent season
Chasing away the worries
Reducing the ups and downs.
Be bold and paint away
Ignore
The countless sweet invitations
Practice forgetting
Even the face of those who pretend passion
Understand behind
The sweetness always hides a dagger.
#DBT.
