Top 10 Beautiful Poems by Poet Anh Tho

Full Moon Night

Author: Anh Tho

The sky is clear, the full moon hangs above the wind
The field is veiled in mist, banana plants sway in a trance
The green ponds reflect the stars as the water glows
Golden bamboo sways gently, bending with grace.

In the village street, the drums and gongs echo
Children follow the lion dance, their laughter resounding.
Outside the communal house, voices blend with laughter
The village youths gather to sing folk songs.

Meanwhile, in the distance, women in traditional attire
Head to the shrine for rituals, smiling in joy.
The most solemn are a few elderly men
Who launch their boat and sip wine while the moon drifts by.

The Change of Seasons

Author: Anh Tho

The wind rises, making the bamboo trees rustle in sorrow!
The lily ponds are fading, their waters clear yet clouded;
The pumpkin flowers fall, scattered like yellow confetti
A swarm of dragonflies, confused, flits aimlessly in the air.

Along the dike, the grass sways, the kites’ strings snap,
The young herdsman listens in weariness, his mind adrift.
The village is engulfed in thick smoke, a golden haze
The sound of a drum echoes through the air in celebration.

By the riverbank, the ferry has yet to arrive,
But the evening mist carries the distant sound of a bell.
The people waiting for the boat look at each other, uneasy as dusk falls
Suddenly, they shiver as they feel the chill of the evening mist.

The Tet Festival

Author: Anh Tho

At the village gate, the bamboo pole stands, swaying in the breeze
Light drizzle falls, soaking the whitewashed courtyard,
The firecrackers pop, rats race to escape the noise
Pink paper shreds scatter like fallen petals in the air.

Inside, the altar glows with the incense smoke rising high,
Women bustle, balancing trays of offerings,
The children cheer, wearing new clothes for the occasion
Beside the elderly man, the incense burns with a quiet focus.

On the muddy streets, water flows with the rising tide
A young boy in red pants rides on his grandmother’s back.
The young girls, adorned with golden scents, hug their skirts
Smiling brightly, wishing a happy new year to passersby.

A Blink of an Eye

Author: Anh Tho

There are days when sorrow fills my heart
I forget to eat, to sleep, and abandon my poetry.
I just sit idly by the window,
Watching the willow shed golden leaves, a sign of autumn.

How sad it is for the willow, living alongside me,
For six long years, its graceful form.
In the evening, my spouse and I would sit beneath its shade,
Watching the willow’s branches sway in the breeze...

It reminds me of summer, full of life and bright skies,
My gaze lost in the distance, following him.
"The mist, like a hammer, will wear down the willow's roots
I'm afraid that when autumn arrives, the leaves will fall..."

- The leaves fall, but new ones will grow!
- Yet, I pity the willow, as it breaks its delicate threads!
Who knows what fate awaits us, the prophecy of destiny
As the autumn leaves fall, I lose him!

Now, I sit alone, watching the willow here!
Autumn is near, and yet I grow frail.
He left during the foggy dawn
In the blink of an eye, two seasons pass and the mist rises!

The Conical Hat with a Strap

Author: Anh Tho

The silky strands of the hat sway gently in the breeze,
Its rim, golden, adorned with sunlit silk.
A delicate face peeks shyly beneath the hat’s brim,
While the eyes of a young man send silent messages of love.

Yet the curved sandals walk steadfastly on the path,
Unaware of the breeze that pulls at the threads of the hat,
As he returns, his eyes filled with the sorrow of separation...
- A whole spring fades, the sunlight dimmed!

I Feel for You

Author: Anh Tho

In the sound of your groan, I drift off to sleep,
Unaware of when it happened.
The night has passed, the night watch over,
Suddenly, I wake up, startled by a sound!
But I reassure myself,
Just a brief moment of rest, then I’ll gather strength to watch over you.

But when I look again, you lie still,
Your lips dry, the groans never cease.
I quickly bring honey to soothe your throat,
Then I gently rub your chest, calming you to rest peacefully.

Now, looking back, it pains me to realize,
You lay motionless, because you love me so.
But illness and pain still brought tears to your eyes,
For a moment, everything stood still.
It felt as though the whole world, the sky, was tilting!

Homeward Bound

Author: Anh Tho

Home! Home! Home! Home!
Your voice, filled with longing, echoed through the night,
Knowing that your illness was too severe to survive,
My heart tightened—"A wish full of sorrow."

You knew that the warm nest would be left behind,
Only I, a solitary figure, and a dim light would remain,
You cared for me, for the empty house,
Hoping for just one more moment to live with me!

But the illness had drained you of strength,
Your limbs paralyzed, how could you leave?
Surrounded by doctors and nurses,
In a rush to administer medicine, trying to save you!

Home! Home! Home! Home!
Today, I bring your picture and fragrant flowers,
I return you to the place you longed for,
Where we cherished our love in secret.

Our children, grandchildren, and friends walked with me,
The bright light from the candles shimmering through the night,
Three incense sticks lit, three bows of respect,
May your spirit stay with me always!

Spring Afternoon

Author: Anh Tho

The gentle rain falls softly on the quiet dock,
The boat lies idle, letting the river flow on;
The straw hut stands still in the silent emptiness,
While purple blossoms from the fragrant wood scatter in the breeze.

Along the dike, fresh grass spreads out in vibrant green,
A flock of blackbirds swoops down, pecking aimlessly,
A few butterflies flutter, drifting on the wind.
The cows and buffalo leisurely lower their heads, grazing in the rain.

In the lush, wet rice fields,
The young herons occasionally take flight,
Startling a girl in a red scarf,
Bent over, plucking weeds from the field ready to bloom.

Summer Noon

Author: Anh Tho

The sky is a clear, vibrant blue, no clouds in sight,
The warm south wind blows, sending a kite soaring high.
The pomegranate flowers bloom, painting the garden in bright red,
A swarm of yellow butterflies floats lazily by.

In the quiet village, the chickens' clucks echo in the air,
Old women rock their hammocks, humming softly...
The young girls sit bored, lazily picking lice,
While the swarm of flies buzzes, exhausted by the heat.

Outside, on the distant dike, the land is empty and still,
Dragonflies flutter about, playing in the sunlight.
Occasionally, the mournful sound of a distant flute plays,
As a few horsemen ride by, chasing away the silence.

The Ferry on a Rainy Day

Author: Anh Tho

The bamboo sways along the bank, soaked by the rain,
The banana trees stand tired by the shore, enduring the downpour.
The river flows wildly, unimpeded by the storm,
While the boat stays moored, abandoned in the cold.

On the empty dock, the chill embraces everything,
A few stalls stand lifeless, with no customers in sight.
An old man leans against the mast, puffing on his pipe,
While the stall keeper coughs loudly, trying to warm herself.

On the muddy road, only rare figures trudge to the market,
Their baskets atop their heads, as if carrying the very sky of rain.
Occasionally, a lone boat arrives to unload,
Then quietly, the dock is left to silence, drowned in the rain.