Top 20 Poems for Teachers' Day in Vietnam

Celebrating Vietnamese Teachers' Day

Jubilant festival across our nation

Moments of love and camaraderie

With joy, presenting flowers to our dear teachers.

Remembering their enduring dedication

For many years, tirelessly devoted to their profession

Nights spent awake by the light

Reflecting on each lesson plan for clarity.

With a wealth of knowledge in their hearts

Persistently teaching without seeking recompense

In class, always advising

Students to nurture and cultivate their characters.

Silently striving year after year

Nurturing the seeds of the future

Sincerely wishing our dear teachers

Peace, happiness, and overflowing joy.

- Anonymous -

An aged phoenix tree hangs high in summer

Where the teacher's voice on the lectern suddenly softens:

'My dear students... this summer, our final year...'

A moment of choked emotion... chalk dust falls silently.

Wasn't it just yesterday or some past year?

We eagerly stepped into high school

Transforming like grains of rice into fields of wheat

The teacher nurtured the golden season, the land echoed with songs.

Tomorrow when the teacher leaves, will the old schoolyard ache?

Or will the longing be buried beneath dust and sand?

Despite bitterness, despite countless sorrows

What hardships will the teacher leave for the future?

Tomorrow when the teacher returns, the season calls the sun high

Shoulder silvered like the hues of old textbooks

How can I express this choked, aching heart?

How many times have I defied you, dear teacher!

- Anonymous -

Celebrating Vietnamese Teachers' Day

Countryside roads, city streets adorned with colorful flowers

Students cheerfully singing songs of praise

Smiling faces, embracing flowers to give to teachers

Teachers overwhelmed with feelings

Receiving flowers, letting their hearts blossom

The love of teachers is boundless

Lovingly educating students like caring parents

Hoping students will excel forever

Becoming people of knowledge and virtue

Teachers always hope to see their students

Learning knowledge and ethics throughout their lives

We will always remember the words

Teachers teaching us lessons we'll never forget

Teachers nurturing intelligence

Instilling in young souls, shaping them into individuals

Teachers, your profession is truly wonderful

Highly respected by society

First learn etiquette, then learn academics

Respect teachers, uphold morals, passed down for a thousand years

The country will continuously advance

Thanks to education, making the nation prosperous

Talented individuals, the nation's foundation

The country still lacks and needs, the teacher's guidance

Teachers are the key to enlightenment

The country, society always hopes and waits

Civilization advances by the hour

Teachers, your responsibility leads the way

Hoping the country succeeds

Standing shoulder to shoulder with powerful nations across continents

Honored for their outstanding contributions

That's the teacher, giving their all, past and present

The teacher's grace towards students

Is a grand gesture, teachers dedicate themselves to teaching

Celebrating teachers, celebrating all teachers

Wishing engineers of the soul

Passion for the profession, dedication above all

Success, happiness overflowing with love

Love for students, cherishing the school

Worthy of the title of educator, students respect and honor teachers.

- Anonymous -

Years pass, far from the village

Remembering the white butterflies and yellow flowers of the countryside

Recalling reading exercises with longing

Missing the old teacher, dreaming of childhood

The innocent handwriting, guided by her warm hand until now.

Looking at childhood notebooks again

The teacher's love, like that of a mother, knows no bounds.

Crooked lines with pencil marks

Absorbing red ink stains marking the margins

Missing the old school, longing for the village

Dreaming of one day returning to visit the Teacher!

- Anonymous -

On this Teachers' Day

Sending wishes to all the teachers

Expressing thoughts through verses

Wishing teachers fulfill their dreams of nurturing students

May teachers always wear smiles

Bringing joy and knowledge to students

Their dedication is genuine

Teachers invest their entire lives here

Dreams and happiness every day

Seeing obedient and clever students, listening to their parents

Students striving for a brighter future

Becoming successful individuals brings joy to teachers

Wishing teachers everywhere

Good health and abundant happiness

So that teachers' hearts are full of wishes

Students, please engrave

The teachings deep in your hearts

Never forget to strive for excellence.

- Anonymous -

Silently flowing through the years

The ferry tells stories of a bygone era

The boatman tirelessly ferries passengers

Despite the dust and noon sun

Soaring like kites

Those guests from the past are somewhat forgotten

Leaving the riverside, forgetting names

Now the river is quiet, lonely, devoid of laughter

Salty dewdrops fall in life's embrace

The teacher's hair turns white in the winter afternoon

The teacher's eyes grow weary from afar

An avocado tree stands in the flow of time.

- Nguyen Quoc Dat -

I listen to the teacher recite day after day

Red poetry amidst the green sun of the countryside

The oar strokes echo from afar

As gentle as the voice of grandma in the past

I hear the moon in the coconut grove

The rain whispers amidst the sky

I love the melody of mother's laughter

In poetry, I see the beauty of land and sky…

- Tran Dang Khoa -

The wind unwittingly blew strong this morning

I suddenly noticed the teacher's hair turned white

I kept telling myself it was chalk dust

But why does my heart keep fluttering incessantly

How many years has it been? How many years, huh? Oh teacher...

The students have left, but you remain

That oar is like white chalk

And you are the one carefully guiding the boat

For us to navigate towards the future

Time, please stop and do not flow

So we can fold our hands and bow once again

Calling out to you with all our love...

- Ngan Hoang -

A lifetime - a river's course...

How many stand to watch the shore,

To cross the river, we rely on boats

In life's journey, we trust those who ferry...

Through years of harsh sun and rain,

The boat of knowledge the mentor guides many.

Across the river, leaving behind smiles,

This love, we dedicate to the revered teacher.

The wooden boat - its head in the mist,

Forever accompanying us throughout endless days,

That stretch of river still remains,

The mentor continues ferrying boats full across the river...

- Anonymous

An old almond tree spreads its branches of love

Leaves shimmering, smiling with the sun's embrace

Now in class, the square yard tranquil and still

Birds on branches chirp, a cold note to fill.

We sit, listening to the teacher's lecture, a poetic thrill

Sunlight creeps, perching upon the classroom sill

Even the wind falls for poetry's spell

Wafting in, mingling, sweetening the teacher's voice.

The whole class sways to each rhythmic choice

Almond blossoms, golden and pure, gently fall

Still springtime, birds chirp, a duet's call

Gliding to the yard, bathing in warm, green hues

I sit quietly, sipping the pure spring's muse

Time seems to halt, ceasing its relentless flight

Space, too, lies still, without a single slight

Unmindful of the warm sun's imminent fade

The vast schoolyard, stretching wide and bright

Proudly boasting its warm sunshine's light

The teacher's words, still flowing deep and bright

Warmed by the gentle voice, the warm sunlight...

- Anonymous -

Pen poised to write a poem so fine

Realize it's Teacher's Day, a day divine

Feel ashamed for moments of pride

Just another person, nothing to hide.

Pen poised, first thought in mind

Who's a father, a mother, a teacher kind?

Just fleeting emotions, mundane, not grand...

When will I grow up, understand?

Teacher, I write about you, in “white chalk,” “blackboard”

Again, “respectfully,” “quiet sacrifice” I afford...

Each word aligned, straight as can be

Why twist them into falsehoods, you see?

Lonely bus station, late afternoon

Last bus departing soon

Window howls with the wind's tune

The road home, but where's the boon?

Hazy echoes of bygone days

You, teacher, almost seem to stay

Simple things, so pure and clear

Why does it take so long, I fear?

- Nguyễn Thị Chí Mỹ -

For you, with the scent of spring so bright

Days of teaching with all your might

Nurturing generations to stand tall and strong

Your voice in memory, it doesn't belong

Building happiness and love all along…

- Anonymous -

Years have passed, now we awaken from our slumber

Soon gone are the days of fondness and care

The joyful days of our schooling era

Drifting away like clusters of white clouds.

We remember well the days of yore, so pure

You taught us each stroke of the pen, every poetic rhyme

You guided us to knock on the doors of life

And the grace of a young woman.

Our souls, a long sadness

You embraced us, caressed us when we cried

Lines on your forehead, wrinkles firm

Gently gazing at us

In our young age, we knew no sorrow

Playfully calling you the 'host' of our 'camp'

And we, the little lambs

You shepherded on the vast pasture of knowledge.

As the final days of our student life draw near

We suddenly realize a tiny thing

A vast and endless love

You bestowed upon these little lambs - us.

- Anonymous -

The roses of yesteryears

Still sway with vibrant hues

November 20th of that year

My teacher, just twenty years old

My teacher in a white ao dai

A rose pinned in her dark hair

Spring seemed to have arrived too soon

Students eagerly awaiting…

The roses of yesteryears...

Spring has come, my teacher now forty

Her hair turned dusty with chalk

Does she still wear a flower?

The roses of yesteryears...

Where is the white ao dai?

Teachers – the seasons of sweet fruits

I suddenly became a flower.

- Anonymous -

Teachers are the stars that light the way

Guiding lights illuminating our path

While Cô, a gentle and precious mother

Whom heaven has bestowed to nurture us

Once a year, only once a year

November 20th, a day for Teachers and Cô

Students decorate with care

Silk scarves, embroidered shirts, gifts galore

Autumn sun shining brightly

Some with lilies, some with daisies so fair

Expressing gratitude and affection

For days of hard work, patience, and care

Now, a few fleeting moments

We gather, honoring Cô, honoring Teachers

A joyful day, teachers surrounded

Wishing them health, nurturing future generations.

- Anonymous -

Autumn fades into winter's embrace

A restless heart recalls, yearns for teachers

Those who impart dreams today

Nurturing wings for us to soar into life

Countless silent journeys

Nurturing seeds of green, a bright future

Beside lesson plans meticulously crafted

Devoting heart and soul through months and years

Every word, every letter, softly spoken

Teaching with earnest dedication and warmth

Weary nights, early mornings, challenging

Many nights suppressing a choked heart

Generations have crossed the river

Teachers always look forward with us

Despite storms raging, quietly illuminating dreams

Today, weaving verses of gratitude

Thanksgiving, boundless and etched

Life's journey, through ups and downs

Through trials and tribulations, deep gratitude remains

Celebrating Teachers' Day today

Offering wishes to teachers everywhere

Peace, happiness, and radiant glory

May homes be filled with warmth and love

Even across countless miles

Heart forever echoes, longing for teachers.

- Anonymous -

Perhaps by now you've forgotten me

Too many students, how could you remember all?

Far from school now, I've also moved on

But still, I promise to visit.

Perhaps by now the young birch leaf

I pressed in my book has turned to deep brown

Who will pick up my pressed leaf

As I did once, between the pages of poetry?

How I wish... it's just a dream for now

To return to that place

Among friends, embracing arms

To be joyful-sad-laugh-cry innocently

I fondly remember my first literature class

Your words: 'Literature is about humanity'

No one finishes the lesson of becoming human!

We exchanged mischievous glances

Secretly passing around packs of peanuts at the end of class

Now, following the ebb and flow of life

The bitter taste once so familiar on my lips

In moments of sadness, I miss you so much - Oh, Teacher!

The old lesson never grows old...

- Nguyễn Thụy Diễm Chi -

The sky, a myriad of twinkling stars

Glimmering with the dreams of students

The school, sparkling, eyes bright

Shining with the aspirations of teachers...

School, a refreshing stream

Drops of human knowledge

Immerse me in reality

Growing in humanity - pure and noble.

School, my home

Childhood memories linger here

White chalk on blackboard blooms

Teacher's hands waving dreams to fly.

Teachers never raised a hand

The bud remains hidden in the branch

Childhood needs personality

For life to have vibrant hues

Dear teacher, open your arms wide

Hold me tightly to your heart

So my eyes glisten with tears

Sparkling with pearls of love

Dear teacher, your voice so sweet

Now life lacks a lullaby

Love flows on the pages

Cleansing life of pain

Teachers together illuminate

Hope in students' eyes

A thousand stars in the sky of dreams

Shining with poetic eyes.

- Anonymous -

The teaching profession remains the same
Bidding farewell to students, glory is felt
A noble profession with dignity
Every year, a journey of 'ferrying across' sends heartfelt messages
Yet, not expecting any rewards
No fear of storms or rain
Love, affection, and nurturing bond
Planting trees to bloom evenly
Amidst the changes of dynamic life
The cycle of reincarnation
From cradle to the final closure of eyes, still learning from teachers
No comparison, no boundaries
Love for teachers to show noble talent
Knowledge not limited to anyone
Just diligent self-improvement
Day of dedication, countless times engraved
The bond between teacher and student like parent and child
'A hundred years, stone tablets will wear'
Thankful for the enduring lessons of teachers.

- Anonymous -

November, a season of endless gratitude

Amidst the cold of winter

When birds seek warmth in flight

When life feels like a return to memories

Searching for the footprints of teachers, cherishing countless memories

Revisiting the innocence of mischief from long ago

Oh teacher! I forever seek amidst sun and rain

Seeking a moment of tranquility, seeking a small boat

Seeking your words in yesterday's lectures

Eyes wandering, dust still falls

I long to find a trace of cherished memories

Striving to rediscover the warmth of days gone by

I will return to pick up the fallen branches, the fallen leaves

Wrapping up the love of a naive time

I will return to the warmth of loving embrace

Embracing the folly, sheltered by teachers.

- Nguyen Hung -