Top 10 Best Plant-Themed Poems for Children

Mr. Pumpkin, Mr. Gourd

Hanging high on the vine

Looking down at the pond

Fish and shrimp swimming by

Mr. Gourd ponders,

"What if I cooked with Shrimp?

Prepare a tasty soup,

Refreshing and cooling!"

Mr. Pumpkin disagrees,

"Pumpkin and shrimp,

Everyone knows that’s common,

But I’ll let you have it,

Let’s cook with fish and gourd!

It’ll taste good and be healthy too."

A grasshopper perks up:

“Pumpkin, gourd, shrimp and fish,

Every dish is fragrant,

They all taste equally delicious!”

-Collected-

Behind my house

Stands an old banana tree

It’s just begun to bloom

But new shoots have already sprouted

Oh banana tree, oh banana tree!

Why are you so unique?

The banana tree whispers softly:

"I may be old now

But my offspring has grown,

That’s the new green shoot

Preserving my legacy."

(Đoàn Lê Bích Phượng)

My mango tree stands by the gate
The cheerful songs of birds fill the air
In summer, it provides shade from the sun
In October, it dresses in flowers

The mango tree loves my grandmother dearly
This year, it’s blooming abundantly
As spring arrives, the fruits are heavy
And when the mangoes ripen, I’ll give them to her.

Author: Nguyễn Thị Vĩ Nhân

In the children’s garden, there are many green trees

This is the jackfruit tree, and here’s the fragrant breadfruit

The coconut tree stretches its hair, casting reflections in the pond

The little ones play happily up high

Look, the starfruit tree drops its purple flowers all around

The little children dance and sway

In the children’s garden, there are many green trees

This is the orange tree, and here’s the sweet-scented tangerine

Here’s the bright red gac fruit tree

For Grandma to make sticky rice on Saturdays

This is the children's garden, where every tree is well-behaved

Flowers bloom and fruits ripen with a fragrant aroma.

-Collected-

Behind my house

The gourd trellis is lush and green

The round fruits hang straight and firm

While others curve and twist

Mom picks the gourds, fresh and ripe

And cooks a delicious soup with shrimp

The dish is served on the round table

The whole family gathers together

And enjoys the meal with joy.

-Collected-

There is a flower

That sleeps more than it wakes

When the sun rises high

The flower slowly opens its eyes

At ten o’clock, it blooms

Its fragrance wafts everywhere

The petals shimmer in the sun

Red as the sun itself

It has no hands, no tick

Yet it resembles a clock

When it blooms, the child calls

“Mom! It’s ten o’clock!”

Right on time, the flower blooms

This is the clock flower.

-Collected-

The coconut tree spreads its many fronds

It stretches its arms to catch the breeze and calls to the moon

The trunk grows silver through the years

The coconuts, like little piglets, rest high above

On summer nights, the flowers bloom alongside the stars

The fronds—like a comb—brush the blue sky

Who brings the sweet water, the refreshing drink?

Who wears jars of coconut wine around its neck?

The coconut tree soothes the midday sun

It calls the winds to dance, rustling with joy

The sky is clear with the sound of the breeze

A flock of storks flaps in rhythmic motion

Standing watch over the vast earth and sky

The coconut tree leisurely stands as if at play.

Source: Trần Đăng Khoa, “Góc sân và khoảng trời,” NXB Văn hoá dân tộc, 1999

The climbing vine

So tiny and small

Inside the house

It crawls out

Through the window

And stretches its neck

Reaching for the sky

Asking why

The plant replies

“To be outside

To breathe better

To bathe in sunlight

And soak in the rain

That's how I grow taller

And bloom more beautifully.”

-Collected-

The wind rises, and the mustard garden flourishes

The leaves are as green as bits of drifting clouds

I go to fetch water from the pond

Every afternoon, I water, tend, and watch over them

This morning, butterflies flutter around

It turns out the mustard has blossomed with bright yellow flowers

Little Giang sees it and smiles wide

She wrinkles her nose, showing ten teeth...

-Trần Đăng Khoa-

The crown atop its head like a king's crown

Its body wears armor

It gazes at the mountains and hills

With hundreds of watchful eyes

Its roots sift through stones and sand

Blooming like a sunburst

The earth nourishes it with sweetness

That lingers on the lips

In the North, it's called Pineapple

In the South, it's called Fragrant

One name, one fruit

It carries a thousand kisses...

-Collected-