Top 10 Beautiful Poems about the Qingming Festival

THANH MINH
Poem by Hong Vu

The summer sun turns the skies golden
Yet the house feels empty, without mother, and father sits alone.
Memories flood, and the heart forever aches
During Qingming, father returns to where mother lies

A sky full of distant dreams
Green grass, white flowers, the wind softly hums
Mother rests peacefully in eternal sleep
Father finds solace in the fleeting world of mortals

Life is but a brief moment, yet full of care
For a thousand years, we remain close, side by side.
With a smile, all sorrow fades away
Father is never alone, surrounded by children and grandchildren.

Father, our steadfast support
A tall tree, its shade ever protecting.
The wind moves the mountains and rivers
Carrying the fragrance of mother, back to father.
5/4/2019
Dedicated to father

THANH MINH

By Hồ Viết Bình

The shadow of the past lingers around
Leaving the temporary world for the next
During Qingming, descendants visit
Rest easy, and let your soul sleep in peace

The drifting clouds shield from sun and rain
The wind whispers a sweet melody
The sacred waterfall blesses the world
With righteousness, peace, and a fulfilled life.

Poem and image: HVB

THANH MINH VISITS FATHER
By Trương Túy Anh

The child stands in awe, gazing at the ocean waves
Wondering where Father’s journey has taken him?
For decades now, the ship has been lost
Struck by enemies, deep beneath the sea

The clear waters have turned a darker hue
As it mingles with the red blood of Father and his comrades
In a dream, the child sees the waves crashing
As anger swells... and an explosion shatters the calm

Father’s comrades are heroes
They will forever live on with the land and people
The child vows to follow Father’s steadfast path
Building a prosperous future for Vietnam

During the Qingming, the child sails with ships
Lighting incense, offering immortal flowers
Bowing deeply to pray for Father’s peace
Returning to the ancestors in the heavenly realm

10/4/2019.

LAST NIGHT I DREAMT

By Trần Thanh Nhàn

Mother, last night I dreamt
That she returned from a distant land
In March, during the Qingming season
I went to her grave, bringing a bunch of white flowers

The grass was so green!
She rested peacefully in eternal slumber
From afar, the sound of a dove cooing
Blended with the mist, soft and ethereal...

The lunar March brought rain that didn't soak through my coat
But enough to wet the edge of my eyes!
Since the day she departed
The longing and love haven't ceased
Mother still sits awake through the late hours
She says nothing
Only her heart, wet with sorrow...

Mother could never have known
That the green leaf would fall before the yellow one on the tree
The earthly realm is but a fleeting place
So, mother, rest easy with the fate that binds you to her!

Her grave lies on a high hill where the wind howls
She followed the call of our ancestors
The space around her vast and endless
The faint aroma of incense fills the air....
Poem: Thanh Nhàn
HCM 13.4.19

QINGMING CEREMONY

By Phạm Quang Thu

I return to honor the Qingming ceremony
Returning as though the spirit itself called me back
The grave of Father rests by the dike
The wild mustard flowers stir deep sorrow within me

Father, the thunder rumbles from the source
Father, through rain, sun, and the pale moon
I call for you, but where are you?
You have gone far, and the entire family grieves, Father

The incense I offer for you
The green grass I cover to warm your spirit

Father, forever in the realm of the divine
Today, the sunlight rests on your golden grave!

QINGMING REMINDS ME OF KIỀU

By Nguyễn Đình Cường

"Qingming in the third month"
Tố Như clearly pointed out the distant path "the long journey"
Pity the fate of the girl with rosy cheeks
The beauty and talent of Kiều had to endure countless suffering

Even if "three hundred" years pass
The pain of the human world still makes the tears flow
Nguyễn Du tells the story with every word
"...Tân Thanh" opens the way - for a thousand generations... Kiều's Tragedy!

April 9, 2019
Nguyễn Đình Cường

TẢO MỘ III

Ngô Quang Tuấn

Sáng nay đúng tiết thanh minh
Cuối xuân nhạt nắng chúng mình gặp nhau
Khói hương chắp nối nhịp cầu
Mộ em xanh mượt một mầu cỏ non

Kể em nghe chuyện các con
Chuyện đứa cháu ngoại véo von suốt ngày
Nỗi lo vẫn cứ dâng đầy
Mình anh xoay xở những ngày không em

Cuộc đời sóng gió đã quen
Con thuyền chao đảo anh thèm được yêu
Nén hương cháy đỏ bao điều
Cỏ non xanh mướt một chiều ưu tư

Ru em giấc ngủ ngàn thu
Khói hương cuốn cả lời ru về trời

Ngô Quang Tuấn

THANH MINH

Poem by: Nguyễn Đình Hưng

Spring has already passed halfway through

The drizzle, the damp air now makes way for dry, crisp winds

The clouds clear, the sky grows serene and high

Every home eagerly steps into Thanh Minh

Honoring ancestors' spirits with respect

Lighting incense, tidying graves, offering love from grandchildren

The aching longing slowly fades away

The realms of life and death draw closer, binding hearts firmly

The family gathers, laughter fills the air

Spring flowers still bloom, life is ever-refreshing

Oh, do not hesitate

Thanh Minh is here, remember to return to your roots.

INSPIRATION ON THE DAY OF THANH MINH

Poem by Hương Mrs -Lê

I return to my hometown in the season of Thanh Minh

The spring is fresh, soaked with affection on the green grass

I light incense for those who have passed

The smoke rises, bringing back familiar faces

This Thanh Minh, it is just me alone

Lighting incense for the ancestors in place of you

Though far away, I know you still remember

You still bow your head on the day of our parents' memorial

Come home, my love, to our city

The beauty of Tràng An remains vibrant and fresh

Here, someone is waiting for you

The moonlight sneaks through the distance, quietly shining...

Ninh Bình, 12-4-2019

LET THE WIND CARRY MY WORDS

Đinh Thị Hiển

On the first of March, during Thanh Minh

It is the day to honor the ancestors

May the spirits of the ancestors be at peace

In the land of Buddha, free from worries and pain

In the past, our parents prayed for us

For obedient children and wise grandchildren, to ease their hearts

Now, I have become a grandmother

May my parents' hearts be at rest, as I sail smoothly

Today, I know the family longs for me

But I cannot return... I can only watch from afar

Though far away, I send my words with the wind

For I am distant, living in a foreign land

Grandparents and parents, oh! How I miss you!

I offer this incense with sincerity

May you accept my humble heart

Grandparents and parents, may you find joy and peace... I rejoice

April 5, 2019

Poem by: Đinh Thị Hiển