Top 20 Poems Celebrating March Rice Flowers - Mytour.vn

In the month of March and rice flowers - by Phan Thu Ha

Rice flowers bloom abundantly in the afternoon grass pathway today. They resonate with the shimmering sunlight on the dyke. Despite the deserted sky, the flowers remain red, each petal akin to a sunbeam. In the silent descent of each flower petal, an unnamed longing lingers, reminiscent of a past, fervent kiss of March. Will you revisit a season of blossoms?

RICE BLOSSOM SEASON

By Đình Khải

She reminds him of rice blossoms
Once ignited by the riverbank's fire
He startles, oh yes
A longing stirring within

Recalling those days of yore
The rice trees at our village's head
Each time they bloomed
We found ourselves intoxicated

He, lost in reverie
She, gathering fallen petals
And adorning her hair
To leave him spellbound…

Yet how many years have passed
Since we parted from our homeland
So who knows now
If the rice blossoms still bloom?

Longing for the homeland stirs within
Recalling the red of rice blossoms
Did you, my love of yore
Ignite fires by the riverbank?

MARCH RETURNS 2!
Poem by Hoàng Minh Tuấn

March returns ...
red Rice blossoms line the riverbank,
I wait for you along the old path,
Bidding you farewell on that day in Mộc Miên,
The sky ablaze with the longing I bear!

March returns ...
sunlight sows golden seeds,
Falling gently as if to remind,
Through countless seasons, countless rice blossom blooms,
Where are you now for this overflowing longing?

March returns ...
I ask if you'll return here,
Do you still remember this place where I wait,
Do you still hold onto those fleeting affections,
The vows of old - red rice blossoms, you return!

This March ...
Mộc Miên paints the sky of home,
Summoning back the passions of days gone by,
Come back to fulfill the longing,
Return with me to light the flame of destiny!

Hanoi, 1/3/2019

SOARING TO FREEDOM

By Phạm Quang Thu

A woman leans against the small door frame,
Her eyes restless with longing for a distant land.
Suddenly melancholy in this March moment,
Red rice blossoms spread like crimson trails.

Blooms the color of blood, evoking melancholy,
The sunset then turns red like rice alone.
The entire garden and the distant horizon alike,
An evening devoid, ablaze in fiery hues.

The woman silently groans and pleads,
Every obstacle, life sees it through!
She bows to search towards the corner of the house,
Where half-bloomed March daisies linger.

Oh sorrow, no hands to hold!
She embraces sorrow, longing in the desolate evening.
Clouds and wind drift in the twilight sky,
That freedom suddenly turns into burning flames.

Oh Freedom, why are we confined!
In this dilapidated house with thoughts pondering.
The woman slowly rises from her spot,
Fitting dreamy wings then swiftly vanishing.

You leave behind countless stories,
Leaving behind memories of springtime.
And with a torn heart, you take flight,
Seeking happiness in the crimson dusk.

Surely, your love awaits there!

05.3.2019 Hanoi, PQT

MELODY OF MARCH MEMORIES
Poem by NT Nguyễn Văn Chương - Bắc Ninh.

Indeed, in this very place,
The village gate of yesteryears stood with ancient rice trees.
The levee scratched by the March surge,
Blooms flickering like hanging lanterns.

March bewilders the poor and young,
With wrinkled eyes and pitiful feet, they pity the old.
They call it rice yet see only flowers,
Beautiful indeed, but hunger persists.
Heading to the fields encountering sweet grass,
Fragrant, yet unable to fill any bowl!
Blaming not the hair tied with peach blossoms,
Sweet potato cakes traded, piece by piece.
Only pity for the aging rice trees,
Still bursting with clusters of vibrant blooms.
Regret for the sweet grass in the fields,
Fragrant as ripe sugarcane buried in charcoal.

Now, sweetness alternating with bitterness,
Where to find her again, lamenting March...

FRAGILE MARCH

By Hồng Giang

Oh dear, March, how fragile you are
Yet intense with the deep affection of mine
Rice blossoms fall, sun threads weave a curtain
Spring forever entangled in contemplation

Oh March, perhaps it's a fateful bond
Leaving verses incomplete, circling unfinished
Iron winds embrace delicate violet Ao Dai blooms
Promises suddenly lost in the past

Please remember, March, do not forget
Lest love's sin taint the early spring
Whose garden sees the pristine white of Grapefruit blooms
Clasping back the footsteps of yesteryears

Early morning dew on trembling branches
What anger, what resentment in this March
Concealing the 'fragrant scent' sent at parting
Tears fall faintly, moments of farewell

Oh March, ask if they know
The words of love...
Heart-wrenching...
Waiting for whom!

06/03/2019 Hồng Giang.

MEMORIES OF DISTANT ONES
By Hoa Lư

My hometown, there, where the rice trees stand
March arrives, adorning in vibrant red
Nàng Bân's chill gently brushes lips
As the wind wistfully paints the sky in sunlight hues

My village there, early fields serene
Winding roads echo with children's laughter
Rice blossoms shed their fragrant breath
Birds chirp amidst the dusk's descent

March brings gentle sunlight to the fields and gardens
Someone in our lane sketches Ao Dai blooms
The pond's edge, adorned with ripened melons
Pumpkins and gourds together bear fruit

Evening in my homeland, patient twilight
Perhaps awaiting someone absorbed in distant fields
The kitchen's smoke carries the scent of rice and fish sauce
That is the taste of homegrown vegetables and salted fish

How long memories linger, still present here
The land of love overflowing in heart and mind
Half rural soul mixed with urban spirit
We bestow upon it our complete devotion

1/3/2019

PEACEFUL MARCH

By Hồ Viết Bình

Rice trees bloom brightly
Hearing deep within the banyan, village temple
Hidden in the subconscious dream
A homeland, a season of abundant gold

Far away echoes the cuckoo's call
So peaceful, they're gently calling to each other
Leisurely, plodding buffalo backs
The levee stretches smoothly, a hue of green

Hồ Viết Bình

Poem by Đào Mạnh Thạnh

He returns to the March nostalgia again
On the old path, amidst ivory bamboo groves
The rice trees still ablaze with fiery blooms
Petals faded, falling, painting the road red

March has come, the scent of grapefruit lingers
Purple blossoms carpeting the alley
A faint fragrance drifting in the wind
Eliciting waves of longing in his heart

March returns, dreams of red rice flowers
On the old path, where she eagerly awaited
A rosy bloom to blush her cheeks
Leaving him solemn amidst the fallen sunlight

He returns to the lingering, fleeting nostalgia
In the breeze, bitter tears softly shed
Quiet steps embrace deep-seated sorrow
A private sorrow in the desolate spring

March remains crimson, brimming with emotion
On the old path, petals fragmented and scattered
In the evening breeze echoing sighs
Wondering... does she remember or forget?

Hai Phong: 5-3-2020

REMINISCENCE.

By Đặng Thị Bảo Tâm

One day, revisiting,
The old harbor at dusk.
Is it someone's voice,
Echoing, never surplus.

A voice, singing a melody,
Dusk waving farewell.
The vastness of the sea,
Seems to express, a tragic tale.

Have you ever shed tears,
Farewelling youth's prime.
Or is it just the endearing love,
Remembered in a haze?

The love remembered, autumn sky,
You brought back to touch pearls.
Then, when love sleeps,
You put it in the wooden chest.

Wooden chest, shaped like a cone,
Leaves overlapping, dream red.
Following the trail of burning love,
Embracing deeply fervent breath.

One more day of longing,
You just heard the call.
Your name so soft,
Like an ancient legend.

You, still picking wood, love's color evening.
To place in the inclined heart,
Listening, thoughts revealed...
31/12/2018
Poetry: Tịnh Nhiên

Poetry: Phạm Tửu

The couple of Quốc Thanh rice trees*
A hundred years casting shadows on the green village.
Early summer to late spring
Twilight sparkles, echoing days blend.
Expressing love - rice flowers aglow with red
Children await eagerly to catch the falling blooms!
A fleeting breeze passes by
Flower petals like stars scattered along the street.
Sparkling red on the water surface
Your footprints in the mud cling to the wings.
The stream carries the rice flower drift
Countless red boats float back to childhood!
Far from home! Home still in dreams
Still in children's questions:
When ???
Back to the homeland!!!

Poetry: Bùi Huy Đức

Once again, the rice flowers bloom

Red hues adorn the riverbank

Suddenly, I recall those days

When you were not yet wed

Strolling together down narrow paths

Boarding the ferry across the river

Your slender, petite figure

Amidst the vastness of the Red River

...

Perhaps twenty years have passed

You return to the bustling city

The old rice trees still stand

Still vibrant with their deep red hue

The waters of the Red River still crimson

Flowing silently as ever

Leaving one person quietly

Pondering amidst the vastness...

Poetry: Hong Vu

Would you return to the old street?

To visit the aged rice tree?

When each spring arrives

It blossoms brightly once more

It sounds faint in the wind

The song of the changing seasons

Each petal drifting gently

Falling on days of fading light

The childhood days are distant

Oh dear, do you remember?

Collecting red rice flowers

Stringing them into radiant clusters

Years have flown by in a blink

The aged rice tree remains the same

Only we are no longer young

Hair now touched by the hues of dusk

Yet the love remains intact

With every season of blossoms

The enchanting hues

Amidst nature, earth, and sky.

15/3/2019

Poetry: Hang Nguyen

By the deserted riverside I sit

Gathering each red rice flower from spring to sky

Wearing the traditional attire, with wooden clogs beneath

Girls from the village, once young... Childhood memories!!!

Look, see the distant figure returning

Spreading joy despite our bustling lives

The fields brown like ivory moons

Blooming with red Rice flowers afar in the dense carpet.

The laughter echoes endlessly here

Sisters like betel nuts and areca nuts

For those who journey far, don't be melancholic

In the next season, the flowers will bloom, and we'll still hope.

Oh village girls... Remembered in the heart

Amidst our bustling lives, we long to meet you.

23/02/2020

Poetry: Đặng Ngọc Vượng

Contemplating the rice flower tree, we learn

To endure hardships and difficulties in life

Born in a place of solitude

Finding our own means to survive

Oh nature, within the universe's embrace

Though indifferent to countless species

In life, who reflects upon whom?

We cannot endlessly rely on heaven's benevolence

Striving to seek nourishment from the roots

Stretching branches to embrace the void

Budding and blossoming with vigor

Accumulating sap to bloom flowers

Through the cold of winter, the warmth of March

The flowers bloom beautifully in radiant sunlight

Flaunting their colors to the world

Until the day of fruition, spreading joy through generations

Poetry: Lan Vương

I seek the rice flower in March's misty rain

Drizzling softly under the empty porch

Sparsely scattered, glowing red in silence

A season echoes, calling the distant ferry

I seek myself from yesterday

Hoping to meet the kindness of old

Bearing the sun and rain with resilience

Eyes wrinkled, feet marked by the earth

Footsteps return to sudden nostalgia

It waits while you are far away

I glimpse my reflection in the tranquil evening sky

To love you in the wilderness of my heart

Lan Vương 4/3/2020

Poetry: Tony Bui

In March, the rice flower blooms red

A saga rich with human touch

A boy, a girl from the same village

Pledge their golden hearts to each other

A beautiful love as pure as gold

Yet who understands life's mysteries?

She hears celestial tales above

Longing for distant gold, she leaves her love

She departs, severing their fate

Two paths diverge, two hearts part

Sorrow fills the scene of parting

He prays for a miracle to tint time

His heart, steadfast like iron

Beats with a thousand memories

Her love forever lingers

Through endless years he seeks her along the miles

He wanders endlessly, aimlessly

Then one day, he ascends to heaven

Bowing, he beseeches the Jade Emperor

Granting him a reunion with his past love

The Jade Emperor commands the wind and rain

Seeking the maiden of yesteryear, so devoted

Divine lightning reveals a celestial plan

Transforming her into a flower

Love transcends the March threshold

Her soul, the fragrant rice flower

Love's memory forever haunting

The young man falls in purple sorrow

His soul weaves a tapestry of grief

Entwining with the red blossoms for eternity

A flower with five petals, like stars in the sky

As the love of two souls remains forever

The rice flower romance, profound

A sweet saga of eternal affection

Warsaw
24/03/2017

Poetry: Đình Khải

In March, the rice flowers bloom

Gazing at them, my heart stirs with memories

Remembering the playful days of youth

Picking rice flowers, exchanging smiles

Decades have passed

Yet surely, you still remember those distant times

By the riverbank, under sun or rain

Exchanging rice flowers, fulfilling each other's hearts

Where are you now?

Come back, to the red rice flowers by the riverbank

Poetry: Tony Bui

Rice flowers linger within us,

Adding crimson to our melancholic verses!

Pink hues dye the evening sky,

Infusing sweet fragrance into our memories

Five-petaled flowers like stars,

Red through the years, flooding memories of you

Longing for you, each night,

My poetry, laden with sorrow, softens my heart

For years, a solitary, empty room,

Your love remains within me day after day

Life's brew, bittersweet,

The wine of love, unfinished, intoxicates a lifetime

Beautiful March, oh beloved,

A budding love shines in whose eyes?

The red of rice flowers stretches far,

The sweet scent clings to your hair

A lifetime of love, softly intoxicating,

Dying in the nightly dreams, salty and sweet

Who weaves love with spring?

For the rice flowers to adorn my longing heart

A heart carved with eternal love,

A kiss, a blissful eternity, unfading...

Warsaw
10/03/2019