Top 10 Best Lục Bát Poems About Fathers

This afternoon, as I hear the sound of a kite’s flute,
My heart grows fonder of my father.
Though I roam to distant corners of the earth,
I always hold dear the wisdom of my father's words...

In the past, life was tough,
Father had to struggle from dawn till dusk.
His head bore the sun, his back carried the rain,
His bare feet treaded the fields, plowing the distant land.

Our meals were simple, barely enough,
Just boiled vegetables, pickled cucumber, and fish stew.
My belly was never full,
Even when hunger struck, we’d make do with boiled corn.

Exhausted from work, yet Father always found time,
To care for us, offering guidance.
He taught us how to behave,
And showed us the right way to live.

He taught us to play football, chess,
Reciting folk sayings, poems, and the story of 'The Tale of Kiều.'
On windy afternoons, we’d take a break,
And enjoy flying kites together.

He made sure we ate well, slept soundly,
Gave us clothes, books, and taught us to study.
He wished for us to grow up strong,
To succeed in life and bring pride to the family.

Now, I strive with all my might,
To repay the love and sacrifices of my father...
But when I finally earn honor,
My father is no longer here to see it.

The kite’s flute soars high, fluttering,
Reminding me of the lessons my father gave me.
On this winter afternoon, my heart is filled with longing,
And my father’s image is forever etched in my heart...!!

Nguyễn Kim Trọng

On the anniversary of my father's passing, in the early morning breeze,
I went to the market to buy some fish.
A large fish from the village river was caught,
Fried crispy and offered to Father, bringing him back to me.

In the past, meals were sparse and simple,
Corn, cassava, and sweet potatoes were never enough to fill our stomachs.
Father was thin, coughing day and night,
Yet he still worked tirelessly, fishing in the river.

In the rain and under the sun, working in the fields,
He would gather shrimp and crabs, hoping to return home in the evening.
He fried fish like crucian carp and catfish,
I received the meat, while Father always had the fish's head.

At that time, I couldn't understand,
Why did Father always take the fish's head?
I innocently asked him many times,
Why did Father always give us the fish meat, and keep the head for himself?

Because the head of the fish was delicious,
Eating it relieved headaches, he said.
I, being young and naive, couldn't comprehend,
Why Father would always sacrifice the fish's head for us.

Countless times, I ate the meat, and Father had the bones,
But I never understood the depth of his love.
He told me that in his youth, his elders forced him to eat the fish head,
And that's why he had grown tired of it.

Later on, I would come to understand.
I too would prefer the bones and the fish head.
My childhood was unaware,
Eating the meat, while giving Father the head.

After years of losing Mother, the house was silent,
Father alone carried the burden.
Whether under the scorching summer sun or in the cold winter wind,
Father worked hard at the river near our house.

Time passed swiftly, we grew up, but Father was gone.
I miss him deeply, looking at his photo, where his lips curl in a smile.

That smile, warm and radiant,
Just like the love of a father.
In the evening, gathered around the table,
My heart aches as I look at the fish's head.

Now, I carefully separate the fish meat,
To eat the head just like Father did.
My youngest daughter asks me why,
Why do I place the fish's head in front of Father?

I too lied to her, saying,
"Father is having a headache, so he eats the head."
My daughter looks at me, much like I once looked at my father,
Not knowing the full story.

I turn away, hiding my tears,
Overwhelmed with grief for a time lost.
The lie I told my father weighs on me,
And I will regret it for the rest of my life.

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Author: Lê Hồng Phúc

Matxcova – LB Nga

Father has been gone for so many seasons,
I sit and constantly recall his presence from long ago.
His thin frame, his small, frail figure,
Yet, he guided me, taking my hand as he led me into life.

He taught me with every small step I took,
Singing me lullabies from long ago.
He carried the burdens of life,
So that I could live a life just like everyone else.

Father left, never to return,
And I sit, heart aching, remembering him.
His love, deep and shining,
Guided me through life, leading me to a peaceful existence.

Today, I remember his gentle presence,
And as I sit, I write these few words.
I hope that Father now rests in peace,
For he gave his whole life for me.

Bùi Nga

A father's love is vast and boundless,
Providing us with a warm and loving home.
His shoulders bear the weight of life's burdens,
Day and night, tirelessly enduring the harsh winds, his body worn.
..
Holding my hand, "tight" he says,
Guiding me step by step for the future he has dreamed for me.
I have not yet fully honored his sacrifice,
I remain by his side, bearing the weight of life's struggles.
..
Others are not orphaned,
Yet I endure the hardship of growing up without my father.
Little ones, innocent and pure,
Awaiting their father's return, while their mother patiently waits, looking to the horizon.

Giá Băng

A lifetime of braving the winds and rain.
His steps lead him down countless roads, far and wide.
Climbing mountains, crossing valleys,
Hoping for a future of peace and prosperity for his children!

Every night, he silently worries,
Guiding his children and grandchildren, teaching them to be virtuous.
In this world full of harsh words,
He desires that we live a life of honor and goodness.

A father's love is as high as the mountains!
Endless like rivers, vast as the seas, raising his children to maturity!
With kindness and filial piety, side by side!
Do not forget the sacrifices made for you.

Greed, anger, and ignorance lead to needless strife.
Such actions squander blessings, bringing sadness to oneself!
The law of life is clear and just.
What you sow is what you reap, for no one but yourself.

A life of struggle, dear father.
We hope that your descendants will continue to live in peace!
In your old age, may you rest in peace.
Father, may you sleep soundly in the embrace of your homeland!

In the fertile land of our homeland,
The nourishing waters embrace you, father.
The hopes and dreams of parents are passed down to us,
We will remember them, honoring the love of mother and father!

Every year, on the anniversary of your passing,
We gather together to offer flowers in gratitude.
We look at your photograph, and see your smile.
We vow to live a virtuous life, making the world a better place.....!

Nguyễn Văn Tiêu

The stork carries the sun across the river,
Also bearing the bitter tears of a father.
Father is a stretch of the Milky Way,
And I am a drop of water born from its source.
The poor village is drenched in rain and sunshine,
And from countless struggles, father weaves his verses.
For his children, father strives to sing,
Both pain and happiness sprout from the flowers.
The rice fields are lush, a sea of green,
The image of home merges with father's frail form.
The kite soars through the clouds,
Carrying the verse of a father's enduring love.

I miss you so much, father dear

Working tirelessly through your entire life

From near the fields to distant lands

The dawn rises, the evening falls, dew drips

The wrinkles on your brow, part of life

Your shoulders carry the weight of love's sky

You guide me with steady steps, your hands

Enduring hardships through long, sleepless nights

Your hands are rough, stiff, cracked, like stones

Yet they hold me through rain and shine, comforting and protecting

You are the hammock on a hot summer afternoon

Rocking me gently into sweet dreams of childhood

You are the refreshing summer rain

Quenching my thirst countless times

Now I’ve grown, strong and wise

Your love, like Mount Tai, is etched in my heart!

(Lê Thế Thành)

His entire life, he carried the sun, braved the rain
My father never cared for the time, working all day long
With the weight of family on his shoulders
He worked tirelessly, through long nights without rest.

When I think back to when I was young
He was the one who cared for me every single hour
Then, as I started to toddle
He held my hand, guiding me along the well-worn path.

In the days of the U.S. Air Force
Bombing the North, my father fought the enemy
Each letter from the war zone
Came with the same lullaby from before.

When peace arrived, with the sun shining high
We welcomed him home, with tears in our hearts
His hands quickly searching
To touch my head, as I stood still, looking up at him.

My father returned, bringing with him peace
Our family was like a boat setting sail
With a firm grip on the oar through life's waves
And we could already see the bright future ahead.

When I visited him on a morning bright
I felt the pain seeing his hair now silver
Yet his silhouette still remains
Stretching out to nurture the growing buds.

Author: Gia Long

Father's hands, holding mine

Guiding me through life's storms

While my hair shines with youth's glow

His hair has turned as white as the sky, so far away

Small hands in his, I am safe

Even in dreams, I smile peacefully

He raised me to be strong, to stand tall

But now his hands tremble, aching in the changing weather

I, like a bird lost in the world

With wings strong enough to fly towards the blue sky

Yet I forget the sacrifice, the love that gave me life

Chasing after my own ambitions, forgetting what matters

This evening, I stand lost, looking at someone

On a small street, with a familiar silhouette

Holding the hand of a child, walking through the rain

My shoulders soaked, memories flood me

Suddenly, I long for the little hand, soft as before

To hold it tight and guide me through the world's deceptions

Suddenly, tears fall freely

Life is fleeting, what do we gain from all the wandering?

Father, wait for me, I’ll come back tonight.

Quý Phương

The moment I took my first breath

Father's emotions overflowed, tears of joy

Holding me close… nurturing… with tender care

Though life was harder, he never complained

Tossing and turning in sleepless nights

When I fell ill, his heart was full of worry

Through the hardships and struggles, he persevered

So I could live a peaceful, fulfilled life

He sacrificed his own pain for my happiness

His life was dedicated to the family’s warmth

He was the boatman, navigating through storms

He never faltered, braving both rain and shine

His steps beside me were steady, day by day

As time passed, his body grew frail

The dark hair of his youth turned silver

His love for me, deep and unwavering

Without expecting anything in return

My promise: I will never forget

May father’s health remain strong, through all the years...

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