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Poems about homeland and country evoke profound and nostalgic emotions in readers. Mentioning the imagery of one's homeland often serves as a reminder of childhood memories filled with joy and cherished moments. These poems resonate deeply with a wide audience because they stir a mix of emotions—nostalgia, longing, and a sense of serene beauty. Below, we’ve compiled a collection of short and exceptionally moving poems about homeland.
1. Homeland
Author: Đức Trung
I silently yearn for a homeland,
Dreaming of returning to the days of my childhood.
Green fields where herons glide,
The scent of lotus blooming in the dreamy evenings.
The wind hums through the kite's flute,
Whose shadow waits, like a mother's love?
The river, the dock, the ferry boat,
A traveler pauses by the shore.
In the distance, a bell softly rings,
Beyond the bamboo grove, birds sing clear.
Childhood joys of hide and seek,
The banyan tree, the well, and the moonlit vows.
Gone but never forgotten, my homeland,
In my heart, I always long to return to those days of old…
2. Oh, Homeland!
Author: Châu Lê
A humble land that raised me,
Under the blazing sun, I sat on a buffalo's back.
Joyful days in the deep rice fields,
Childhood friends with hair still green from youth…
I ache for my father plowing in the rain,
For my mother toiling in the noon sun.
The hardships of a farmer's life,
Move me to write, longing for my homeland.
3. A Portrait of Homeland
Author: Hà Thu
My homeland remains forever beautiful in my heart,
A river winding, one side eroding, the other building.
Herons glide unsteadily in the sky,
While calves graze on lush green fields.
The kite's flute hums in the breeze,
Peace and simplicity blend with love.
A scene as beautiful as heaven,
Stirring my poetic soul, heavy with affection and nostalgia.
4. Village Festival
Author: Nguyễn Lãm Thắng
In January, the village hosts its festival,
With processions swaying, drums and flags in full display.
I remember my childhood days,
Shy smiles and hesitant steps under an umbrella.
The temple yard is filled with incense smoke,
Mossy roofs shimmer, spring rain softly falls.
You show off your rosy cheeks,
While someone stands dazed by the temple gate on this spring day.
Eyes full of charm, swaying gently,
Your cheo singing calls forth the intoxicating spring.
My soul feels dazed and enchanted,
Waiting for you, endlessly, as rain fills my heart...
... Since that night, I’ve secretly longed,
For the village festival to return, though it comes but a few times a year.
5. Homeland, a Nostalgic Ache
Author: Hoàng Thanh Tâm
Returning to find the roof of my childhood home,
To see my mother’s shadow, weathered by sun and rain.
To find sunlight piercing through coconut palms,
And the fresh scent of rice fields carried by the breeze.
To seek the buffalo herd and the ferry boat,
My mother in her áo bà ba, singing on the river.
Her conical hat tilting in the sunlit tide,
In a land of hardship, with crabs and snails.
Purple hyacinths bloom in the rainy season,
Floating along the river, paddles splashing.
Smoke rises from the poor kitchen’s stove,
A chicken clucks, a cat swishes its tail.
Pigs and chickens run to and fro,
Muddy feet, dirty hands, and a rustic smile.
White herons echo in the distance,
Nature hums with the melody of vọng cổ.
Deep memories of love and connection,
My father’s bones, my mother’s blood, gentle as folk songs.
No matter how far I wander,
My homeland remains vivid, impossible to fade.
6. The Bell of Homeland
Author: Cao Tuế
This evening, the temple bell still rings,
Boong… boong… echoing across the land.
Love for my homeland, deep and fervent,
Stirs those who stay and touches those who leave.
Village paths, wells, and bamboo groves,
The bell’s sound shines with the soul of the homeland.
Through years of wandering under distant skies,
The bell follows me through a life of separation.
Now, its echo calls me back,
Boong… boong… my heart overflows with longing for my homeland.
7. My Homeland
Author: Đặng Xuân Linh
My homeland, where green bamboo rows bring shade,
Fields and gardens fragrant with the village’s scent.
On the buffalo’s back, I sing freely,
My heart unraveling under the moon’s glow.
My homeland, heavy with ripe grains of rice,
Holds the love of more than half its people.
Unlike those who dance and forget,
They remember the days of sweat and toil.
My homeland, where boats glide softly,
On gentle rivers, the wind whispers.
Sunlight breaks through the morning mist,
Bringing fertile silt to nourish autumn.
My homeland, where weddings are joyous,
Blessing the young girl with fulfilled love.
My mother’s nightly stories remind me,
To build human connections, rooted and endless.
8. Nowhere Compares to Homeland
Author: Thanh Bình
Nowhere compares to my homeland,
Where herons fly straight, and smoke lingers at dawn and dusk.
Kites soar freely in the wind,
Village paths satisfy wandering feet.
Boats drift lazily along the river,
Beyond lies a carpet of green rice fields.
The sky is clear, the air pure,
A few ancient trees stretch tender branches.
Dawn still holds the mist,
On round-eyed grass buds, dew clings.
Birds call their mates—songs ring out,
Children play and laugh, running about.
In the distance, a temple peeks,
Hidden behind trees, fragrant through the seasons.
Always simple, always dear,
Etched in my soul: my homeland, rich and profound.
9. Tràng Giang
Author: Huy Cận
Ripples on the long river, sorrow overlapping,
A boat drifts downstream, water flowing side by side.
The boat returns, water departs, grief in countless directions;
A single dry branch of firewood lost in many streams.
Scattered on small islets, the wind whispers lonely,
Somewhere, a distant village hums with a fading market.
The sun sets, the sky rises, deep and vast;
A long river, a wide sky, a lonely shore.
Duckweed drifts aimlessly, row after row;
Vast and empty, not a single ferry in sight.
No bridge to spark a hint of intimacy,
Silently, green shores meet golden sands.
Layers of high clouds pile like silver mountains,
A small bird tilts its wing: the shadow of dusk falls.
My heart stirs with the flowing water,
Even without evening smoke, I still miss home.
10. The Scent of Homeland Endures
Author: Hiền Nhật Phương Trần
Your long hair falls over your shoulders,
The shadow of homeland stretches far behind.
The riverbank waits for a bridge’s step,
Endless rice fields, a sea of green.
Loving my homeland, the sweetness lingers,
Melodies of peace hum softly.
The folk songs of Huế echo far,
Carrying my love for my waiting homeland.
Summer arrives, phoenix flowers bloom red,
Oh, my love, let our promise stay forever strong!
11. Homeland
Author: Đức Trung
My homeland, distant under the sky,
A sorrowful longing ebbs and flows in my heart.
Day and night, I yearn and ache,
Turning toward my mother’s land, tears stream down...!
I miss evenings gazing at the vast sea,
Where sails follow the wind to unknown places.
Homeland, two sweet syllables,
Though miles away, my heart silently aches with longing.
Parents, separated for so many years,
Daytime filled with longing, nighttime with dreams.
Childhood—memories overflowing,
Still brimming with emotions that stir the soul.
Missing home, my heart feels restless,
Every time I watch the sunset… far from home.
Homeland—two heartfelt words,
Etched deeply in my memory, rich with love…
Childhood days of walking to school,
Growing up to wander the horizons.
Remembering my beloved homeland, oh!
My heart swells with nostalgia and warmth.
12. Homeland
Author: Unknown
What is homeland, Mother?
That my teacher says I must love.
What is homeland, Mother?
That those who leave miss so much.
Homeland is a cluster of sweet starfruit,
Letting me climb and pick each day.
Homeland is the path to school,
Where I return under golden butterflies.
Homeland is a blue kite,
My childhood flew over the fields.
Homeland is a small boat,
Gently rowing along the river…
13. Painting Homeland
Author: Định Hải
“A pencil with blue and red,
I sharpen both ends,
Testing two colors,
Fresh blue, deep red.
I draw my village,
Green bamboo, green rice fields,
A winding canal,
A cool blue stream.
The vast sky and clouds,
Endless blue of autumn,
Blue like dreams…
I turn to the red end,
Drawing my home,
With bright new tiles.
The school on the hill,
I color deep red.
The kapok tree at the village edge,
Its flowers glowing.
Ah, the sun rises,
The national flag,
Flying in the blue sky…
Sister, look at this painting,
Our homeland is so beautiful!”
14. My Homeland
Author: Collected
“Who returns to the islet,
Where the sea shines bright blue,
Grass and trees lush green,
Gentle and familiar.
How beautiful our homeland is,
Come, my dear,
To the small corner of the street,
Where the sunset is so lovely.
Deep in my memory,
Something that can never fade,
Is the love for my homeland,
Forever remembered from afar.
Years ago, when enemies came,
Bees arrived in swarms,
Perhaps like the cries,
Of the invaders.
After each battle,
Crossing the battlefield,
Destroying entire hives,
Amidst blood and fire.
The brave countryside,
Remains as it always has.”
15. Missing Homeland
Author: Trần Thiên Lý
Farewell to the poor village of those days,
The evening ferry ride, so hard to forget.
Far away, I still miss my loved one,
My mother’s thin figure waiting by the road.
I miss the drops of sunlight hanging on the fence,
The shadow of dusk marking the bamboo rows.
Someone’s flute echoes in the summer noon,
Kites catching the wind, cicadas playing their tune.
The moon tilts, leaning over the jasmine trellis,
Welcoming the rich scent, what could it mean?
Butterflies flutter gently, bees hum in delight,
Homeland, the longing never fades, day or night.
I wander far, separated by distant skies,
On the path of survival, I’ve learned life’s hardships.
Missing my homeland, my village, my hamlet,
My father’s labor, my mother’s love, vast as the earth and sky.
I miss the small river, oh ferry!
I miss the folk songs, a lifelong burden of love.
Above, we’ve compiled a collection of short and exceptionally beautiful poems about homeland. Wishing you a wonderful day!
