Top 20 Best Poems About Thai Binh

Thai Binh, my hometown
Cool breeze from Dong Chau
Surrounded by the Tra Ly River
Far away, there is Thai Thuy
A poetic land
Thai Binh, my hometown
Many years of hardship
Many people suffering
Made this land heroic
After many years of war
We all went to the front lines
Providing rice and money
Sending them to the battlefield
To feed the army
All the people
Unified together
Now poverty is gone
Everyone is warm and content
No more worries about rice or money
Living peaceful lives
Every household is happy.

Author: Dang Thien

Occasionally, Thai Binh comes to mind
And it feels so close to my heart!…
Thai Binh, a land of prosperity
To make people warm and full, joining hands together!…

From Kien Xuong, Tien Hai
To Vu Thu, Thai Thuy with its endless skies
A vast land of rice fields
A homeland of ten tons, a song of an era!…

People of Thai Binh go far and wide
Offering their blood and sweat for the blooming life!…
If you visit Quynh Phu, don't forget to stop by
To honor Hung Dao…, and pay respects to A Sao!…*

Dong Hung has abundant products
Don’t forget to buy Banh Cay…, a gift to take home!
For a thousand years, the history of this land
Remembers the Tran Dynasty, where the battle began!**

This land is blessed with great people
Le Quy Don with his glorious historical writings***
The faithful official, a patriot
His wisdom and courage earned him everlasting fame****

The “Bến Không Chồng” during the war*****
Celebrating the diligent women whose names live on forever
Wishing Thai Binh a brilliant future
Rich, prosperous, and the land shines brighter!…

Author: Pham Van Dai

Marrying a handsome man from Thai Thuy
Every home has its share of shrimp baskets
The green sea waves are so captivating,
Marrying someone from Tien Hai would be even better for me...
Kien Xuong is not far either,
Dong Xam, where silver meets the heart

...
If you visit Quynh Phu, look for me,
A good man, hardworking... with a faithful heart...
Hưng Hà boys and girls are all beautiful
Marry someone from there, my dear...
Vu Thu - Hong Ly, so familiar,
The mustard flower fields invite you to take a picture...
The city... the perfect place to share love,
The bustling Bo Market... where our village echoes...
At Quan Temple, standing by your side,
Swearing vows, asking the sea for luck to bring home
Dong Hung keeps its promise,
Loyalty remains in the passion within the heart...
A hundred years of marital bliss
Thai Binh, a place you never want to leave...

Author: Lao Nong TB

I am a girl from Thai Binh
A land of prosperity, fresh and gentle...
Long ago, Tan De... the ferry would cross,
But now, a bridge spans the river!...
Trà Lý, with its banks and shores,
Dong Chau - Tien Hai, how beautiful they are...
Con Den, with the sea waves crashing,
Thai Thuy offers delicious fish soup, fried squid...
Nguyên Xá’s cakes are a treat,
Quynh Phu - the season for water chestnuts is here...
The mustard fields this year,
Vũ Thư in September, during the Keo festival...
Keo Temple hosts a performance of Cheo opera,
Dong Xam - with silver touches, come with me...
The golden rice fields stretch along the dike,
Trần Temple festival, come, hear me sing...
Cồn Vành, with its clear sea water,
Kien Xuong - Con Nhất considers you family...
Sa Cao still has a ferry terminal,
Fried rươi, I’ll wrap it up as a gift for you...
Mòi fish may smell a bit... fishy,
But it’s a specialty, my dear - from our hometown...
Hưng Hà, with its picturesque scenery,
Trần Temple originates from our land, my love!
Do you remember - Quỳnh Côi fish soup?
Quỳnh Phụ, the reed mats where father sits, mother praises...
Do you remember when we first met,
Quan Temple - in the city... I joined the crowd...
Tiền Temple - we met again, you smiled,
It was fate, so I met you, the one, it's you...
Bo Market, how could I forget,
Guava from Bo, I’ll offer it as an offering to the Temple...
Every glance, so... sparkling,
Dong Hung - Lich Dong - youth, a time to cherish...
Thai Binh is so beautiful, my dear!
Everyone has... a time to love...

Author: Lao Nong TB

(Dedicated to the 35 communes of Hưng Hà - Thái Binh)

Welcome to Hưng Hà for a tour,

Once, from the city... crossing Tịnh Xuyên ferry
The hometown of Mr. Trần Văn Sen,
The artisan - the brewery of Hương Sen - Thái Binh...
Visit the ancient Cổ Trai Hồng Minh temple,
Stop by Thọ Phú temple... your hometown, my friend!
The mats from the village of Hới are laid out,
Hồng An’s longan, passed down for generations...
The rural districts lead the way,
Water from Duyên Hải, brown coal from Hưng Hà
Mộc Vế Riệc, Phương La weaving,
Canh Tân, Dân Chủ, Chí Hòa, Điệp Nông...
Remember Đô Kỳ wine?
The wedding feast of two families... both partners got drunk...
Hưng Hà changes every day,
Heroes and talents have emerged for generations...
Footballer Văn Hậu, amazing,
Do you remember Nhội market... from our childhood...
The Trần Temple, from ancient times,
Visit Tiến Đức, where the king is worshipped
The fragrance of Duyên Hải, don’t forget to buy,
Hà Nam - the newly completed highway
In March (lunar calendar), the festival is eagerly awaited
At Tiên La temple, waiting for the goddess Thục Nương’s shadow...
Thái Hưng, Thống Nhất, Thái Phương
National Highway 39... on the road to visit the hometown...
Twice, Uncle Hồ visited,
Proud of so much... Hưng Hà is my hometown...
The Lỗ Giang Palace isn’t far,
Dong Lam - the Royal Palace is here!
The square cakes of the town are superb,
The noodles in the Mẽ area... you should come and try...
The Tiên Hưng river flows peacefully,
The Me village - the king of vermicelli... we’ll visit and buy...
In the summer, craving a bowl of crab soup
Hưng Nhân town is blessed with a bumper lychee crop
The village festivals feature competitions,
Chicken fighting, fish worship... young and old...
White clay from Cộng Hòa village
Bắc Sơn, Phúc Khánh, Minh Hòa, Kim Chung
Minh Khai, Tân Tiến, Đoan Hùng
The town of Thị Nhục honors General Đông Nhung
Hưng Hà town is poetic,
The Red River and Luộc River gently embrace...
The Trà River’s water is crystal clear,
The Trần family, with their generals, are heroes...
Liên Hiệp with its flickering lights,
The Trần Thủ Độ Temple - the hero from long ago...
Have you passed Văn Lang, Văn Cẩm?
Remember to honor Lê Quý Đôn from the past...
Độc Lập, a place of yearning
Where Trần Phú’s tomb from the old days remains...
Tân Hòa - where happiness is overflowing
Minh Tân, Tân Lễ... over here... Tây Đô
Hòa Bình, Hồng Lĩnh, Đông Đô
Visit the Đình Chùa Hú temple when you can...
Chi Lăng, Hòa Tiến welcomes you,
Cộng Hòa, Hùng Dũng... when will you visit...
Proud of the rice-growing land... Hưng Hà,
Proud of my roots... from my father’s land... THÁI BÌNH./.

Author: Lao Nong TB

Thái Bình, a land with fewer people than its population count

The coastline is short, and rivers are few

Its resources are scarce, there’s not much to pursue

But farming remains the hope we all hold true.

The crops grow with struggles, day and night

The storms and floods bring sorrow and plight

There are no mountains or forests in sight

And wise people are rare, making things tight.

Every so often, I come back to stay

Feeling the love for my hometown, though the path is tough in every way

From this land, I left one day

But my childhood memories will never stray.

How I recall my mother’s sweet lullaby

And my father’s toil under the hot sun, never asking why

The bond between siblings, unbreakable, strong

While our parents cared for us all along.

Alone, I moved to Saigon, far from home

Yet Thái Bình, my love for you will always roam

After my sister married, and I left behind

The younger ones, I held close, joyful and kind.

As we grew, we went our separate ways

But my heart will always yearn for Thái Bình, through all my days

Oh Thái Bình, how dearly I miss you so!

Poem by: Nguyễn Thanh Ru

I will return to visit your hometown, Thái Bình

Where the gentle breeze carries the scent of the land

Where rice fields stretch, and farmers toil with care

Where ancient poems whisper of storks in flight.

The Bùi family has braved the sun and rain

Sowing seeds in the fertile, salty soil

The salt fields, now pure, without a trace of residue

The golden rice fields seem to speak to all who pass by.

I will visit the weaving village in Phương La

And the beach at Đồng Châu, where the waves sparkle like jewels

I will hear the bell of Keo Pagoda, its sound forever resonating

And explore the eco-tourism of Cồn Vành - Cồn Đen...

I will visit the silver crafts of Đồng Xâm

The village of Hới’s mat weaving, softly beckoning

This poem serves as a voice, a tribute

To the everlasting fame of the Bùi family.

Poem by: Bùi NiNa

Hello, girl from our hometown

Hello, girl with charm and grace

I have traveled many miles

But I still can't forget the homeland of Thái Bình.

Storks fly straight over our land

The green fields of rice are peaceful and calm

I have traveled far and wide

But our homeland is changing every day.

Plowing, sowing, and harvesting the crops

Hard work, but machines now replace the human touch

The village is blossoming, fresh and green

It feels like a city now, but with peaceful joy.

The Trà River winds through fertile fields

With the riverbanks nourishing the land, making it flourish

Who doesn't have a river in their heart?

To remember their childhood and the memories it holds.

Our land changes hour by hour

I return to weave the dreams of the past.

Poem by: Nam Nguyễn

Come visit my homeland, my dear

Watch the sunset gently fall, like a dream

The Trà River flows along its shores

The waves at Đồng Châu whisper sweet poetry.

Be enchanted by the Phi Lao trees

The wind blows softly, singing a lullaby

The sky is clear, hiding the mist

The scent of the fields wafts through the gentle autumn sun.

The boat waits patiently for guests to arrive

The woven mats invite you to rest

The grand festival at Chùa Keo fills the air with joy

At Đồng Xâm, the art of silverwork shines brightly.

The endless fields of rice and mulberry trees

Flax and rushes grow year-round, my friend

Local girls are graceful and kind

Come visit, and you'll surely miss it when you leave.

The warmth of human kindness and hospitality

Don’t hesitate, come visit, my friend

My homeland opens its heart wide

Waiting for you, with open arms, with endless longing!

Poem by: Song Linh

I want to return to the rice fields with you, my love
Where the young rice sways gently in the fresh breeze
The scent of ripening rice drifts softly in the air

It’s so light, yet it captivates my heart.

I love you, and my feelings won’t ever change
I give you all my heart and soul
Even if one day your heart turns away from mine,

This heart of mine will forever belong to you.

I wish that time wouldn’t pass so quickly
So I could truly understand the meaning of love
I wish for a life without turmoil or regret,

So that I could love only you, forever.

Poem by: Kiều Trang

Returning to the rice fields of Thái Bình
My heart is full of the love and warmth of this place
With your hair flowing, lips red, and cheeks glowing
You’ve made me, a wanderer, fall completely in love.

The pink clouds drift lazily in the sky
Beside you, I sit in silence, lost in thought
Who will come here to Vũ Thư
And truly understand the deep connection of the rice fields?

The sun’s rays tilt across the sky
It feels as if all of it has found its way into your eyes
Oh rain, don’t be cruel enough to fall
Or else, someone may end up drenched in tears!

Oh flowers, stay bright and beautiful
So that the world’s sorrow may fade away
Don’t bloom too quickly and fade too soon
Or else, someone will be left weeping.

My heart quietly whispers
Thái Bình, the rice fields... I’ve truly fallen for you!

Will you come to my rice fields with me?
In my village, the blooming flowers shine bright,
The breeze flows gently, like a breath of warmth,
Thái Bình gleams with the glow of spring’s light.

Will anyone join me in Quỳnh Phụ?
This land is full of endless love and care,
In my town, mulberry trees weave their charm,
The scent of my woven hats fills the air.

Will anyone pass by Trà Lý, where the waves constantly roll?
It cradles the white sands, embracing them with warmth,
The red soil eases the midday heat,
Flowing to the East Sea with grace and form.

My homeland lies at the end of the Red River’s flow,
The estuary eagerly awaits a love that’s true,
Hưng Hà, a place of rare talents,
Lê Quý Đôn, a scholar whose wisdom forever grew.

Thái Bình stands strong, moving forward with hope,
Come visit my home, where you’ll be welcomed with love,
With hearts full of warmth, we embrace you so deep,
Thái Bình will forever offer love, from below to above.

Thái Bình girls (shh), speak softly, so sweet.

Poem by: Nguyễn Hiền Hương

Thái Bình, my rice homeland, oh how wide,
A land so vast, where sky and earth collide,
Gaze at Tân Đệ Bridge, where beauty flows,
The Red River swirls, embracing both its shores...

A fertile region, my land so rich,
Where storks fly gracefully, morning and night,
The sweet music of kites in the breeze,
And the lively tunes of chèo songs fill the air with delight.

Come back to the rice fields, today we say,
Where lovers meet and share their hearts,
Tiền Hải’s beaches await, with longing in every wave,
And local treats that delight the soul, they play a part.

How I adore it all, despite the distance far,
My heart still longs for my parents, near or far,
The beauty of Thái Bình, the land of grace,
Its people, full of warmth, kindness, and strength in every place!

Poem by: Võ Sơn Lâm

It’s been so long since I last returned,
To the distant land, my Thái Bình, I yearn,
In autumn’s glow, the sunlight gleams,
Here the purple flowers bloom, their beauty it seems.

Thái Bình, where the fruits are sweet,
The endless fields of rice beneath,
The tamarind tree bends with fruit so dear,
The fresh greens wait, their harvest near.

The villagers, so familiar and warm,
Come and go, from dawn till dusk they swarm,
Though far from home, my heart does pine,
Hearing the rooster crow, it feels divine.

Someone hums a lullaby tonight,
The gentle tune, it takes me to a place of light,
Quietly, in my soul, a longing stirs,
For Thái Bình, where love never blurs.

Poem by: Hồng Chiên

Will you return with me to the land of Thái?
Let’s watch the sun rise over the golden rice fields,
The Trà Lý River flows gently, like a silken thread,
And the waves of Cồn Vành, as beautiful as dreams.

Will you visit the sweet, fertile land of my roots?
The silk worms spin golden threads beneath the sun,
The mulberry trees stand proudly in their deep green hue,
And at dusk, the sound of the village’s folk song echoes softly.

Come, walk with me through the summer evening,
Where the streets hum with the sound of cicadas,
The melancholy tone of Chùa Keo’s bell resonates,
And the simple love of our homeland fills the air.

Thái Bình, the land so lovely and serene,
Waits for you, as it does for me and my friends,
I want to live forever with you here,
Where the words of poetry are as soft as the land itself.

Poem by: Phùng Nhuận

Will you visit my motherland with me?
Thái Bình has endless golden fields that stretch far and wide.
As we stroll through the evening, we’ll see the rice ready to bloom,
And the fields of yellow grains waving in the breeze.

Will you come with me to the banks of the Red River?
The crimson-colored alluvial soil spreads across the land.
The dark green of cornfields stretches far and wide,
Come soon, my dear, and feel the love of the land.

This land has a long history to tell,
The sound of drums from the old battles still echoes from Tiền Hải,
Lê Quý Đôn, the scholar, will always be remembered,
And Vũ Thục Nương’s courage against the enemy will never fade.

Will you visit with me and my elders?
The hardworking spirit is strong as ever in our daily labor.
In Tiên La, the village festival continues as tradition,
And the poetry at Chùa Keo fills the air with enchantment.

Thái Bình is a land of millions of people,
Working together to build a prosperous future.
The young city by the Trà Lý River,
Is known for its delicious cakes from Làng Nguyễn.

The Cồn Vành Beach stretches far and wide,
At Diêm Điền port, we trade with friends from afar.
The night brings fresh seafood on the boats,
And the fishermen work tirelessly to bring in the catch.

My homeland sings with the melody of chèo,
And waits for us to return and share the joy.
Let’s hurry, come join us soon,
With our hands and youth, let’s build a bright future together.

Poem by: Hoàng Thị Oanh

Thái Bình, the land of my mother, oh how I long for you!
Through all the seasons, rain or shine, the green fields glow with life.
The dike that guides me home,
To the Trần Dynasty's birthplace, where countless professions shine.

This fertile land, home to great heroes,
Where generations fought and wrote poetry,
Sowing rice for the battlefield,
And sending food to those who fought for freedom.

The rivers flow with sweet affection,
Bringing nourishment to our lives.
The water rises and falls with the seasons,
But the paths of home are always marked by the steps of mother and father.

Far from home, my heart stays with the family,
The river of my homeland flows within me.
Every step I take is filled with memories,
Of the distant past that calls me home.

Who will return to my homeland, oh please?
Send a message from afar, to greet the land.
To the place of my ancestors, I swear,
Though miles may separate us, my heart will always return to you!

Poem by: Đăng Vinh Trần

Will you come to Thái Bình with me?
Where the morning sun gleams with a soft golden hue,
The fields stretch wide, lush and green,
The shores are rich with the bounty of cassava and sweet potatoes!

The village girls, graceful with their long hair,
In a land where girls now take the lead in work,
Where love for parents and country runs deep,
Tending the crops, carrying on the work of past generations!

Through the Duong River, my pure hometown calls,
Back to the village, where the red hue of sunset fills the sky,
My hands weave the threads of love and care,
As the moon rises, bringing a fresh breeze of peace!

The road stretches long, bathed in sunlight,
The fragrance of ripe rice fills the air,
The orchard trees bend with heavy fruit,
As I gaze at the sky, my love for this land grows stronger.

Here at Cồn Vành, the sea hums a gentle lullaby,
In Đồng Châu, the call of shrimp and fish beckons,
The waves crash in rhythm as evening approaches,
As the boats hurry home through the dusky night.

Here, the views are breathtaking and beautiful,
Let me show you every corner, my dear,
During the festival season, with the sound of folk songs,
And the storks fluttering over the vast green fields!

Author: Vũ Loan

With great pride, I speak of Thai Binh, my homeland.
Where the sky meets golden fields in a radiant display.
Oh, Thai Binh, the land of rice, how I adore thee!
Let my love for you echo through countless heartfelt words.

Rich and abundant, from street to street,
The warmth of the people is felt everywhere.
The land, fertile and lush, provides abundantly,
In every season, with fruits and greens thriving.

From rural villages to urban centers,
Its beauty mirrors the elegance of ancient art.
Standing proudly beside the capital,
Together, we build a stronger, united nation.

The people of Thai Binh are both skillful and industrious,
Masters in both home and state affairs.
In every field—be it art, poetry, or work—
Their talents fill every corner, vibrant and alive.

Thai Binh, land of harvests and prosperity,
A place of legend, with a history that shines bright.
On festive nights, the lanterns glow with joy,
Songs of love and pride resonate in the air.

From the descendants of dragons and gods,
Thai Binh stands proud, immortal and eternal.
One day, I wish to visit and see,
This land of abundance, where its name is honored far and wide.

Author: Nhiêu Nguyễn

Never before have I visited the land of Chau River,
A place rich with fertile soil, shaped by the river's flow.
The rice fields stretch endlessly, no borders in sight,
The green mulberry fields and reed beds are a picturesque delight.

My sisters are eagerly awaiting our reunion,
With poems of love to ease the longing for home.
They speak of Keo Pagoda, their voices full of warmth,
And I, with a fluttering heart, feel inspiration stir within.

The summer arrives with the sound of cicadas,
Does the evening rain bring some coolness to the air?
I listen closely to the voice of the river,
The waves of the sea, rising and falling, whispering their secrets.

My sister tells me, Thai Binh is beautiful,
The streets of the city, tall buildings reaching the sky.
Everywhere, progress is evident, transforming the land,
While the statue of the great leader stands as a reminder for all.

Oh, Thai Binh, you are cherished and radiant,
From the people who strive to rise above.
Every monument, every landscape is unforgettable,
And the longing for you grows deeper and wider.

Author: Đỗ Thanh Khương