Top 10 Most Beautiful Poems About April

April is as beautiful as a poem.
The mimosa blooms in fresh green attire.
The sunlight shines golden, soft like silk,
The wind sings a tune of the changing seasons.

April invites you to come here,
The red fields still carry their vibrant hue.
Spring’s warmth lingers in the air,
The late blooming grapefruit flowers gently release their fragrance.

Oh, do you hear the sound of flowers falling?
Who is letting their clusters drift... purple in the sky?
A smile at the end of the street... a girl awaits,
The trumpet flowers spread warmth... suddenly, a moment of stillness.

Minh Đức

April brings back memories of love.
Every corner and every street is bursting with color.
Happiness fills the air, like flowers blooming,
Smiles brightening the face, oh, April, how lively!

A backpack, a keepsake from a past time,
Resting by the wardrobe, still there, Dad.
The soldier’s uniform, the red epaulettes,
Once soaked in the toil of harsh winds and rain.

Now we stand proud,
As our country triumphs over centuries.
These memories hold cherished values,
Still etched in the memory of those times.

When spring arrives, fireworks light up the New Year,
Dad used to tell stories of bombs and gunfire.
The old wounds still visible on his brow,
We know he still feels the pain of friends lost in battle...

HN: 22/4/2023

Võ Sơn Lâm

April breathes gently through the air,
The trumpet flowers sway down the streets, lingering in a dreamy trance.
Pure, radiant, their music gently flows,
While awaiting a glimpse of the girl in her pink dress swaying by.

April brings flags of gold and red,
Celebrating forty-seven years of unity, songs of joy fill the air.
The joy of a united nation, from the North to the South, everywhere there’s happiness to be found.

Incense burns in quiet remembrance,
The soft grass sings of reunion and celebration.
Red pomegranate flowers bloom at the doorstep,
While deep purple Lagerstroemia gracefully sways in the sunlight.

April calls for the nation’s spirit,
The soldiers march with guns, crossing the islands.
The towering mountains stand strong for eternity,
The flag at Lũng Cú, high, proudly symbolizing Vietnam.

The air is filled with passionate longing,
Desires rising sweetly and gently.
April steps forward, joining in the joy,
Along the riverbanks, the music and dances flow with the charm of youth.

The kites soar high, filled with hopes and dreams,
As the melody of “The Tale of Kiều” softly hums.
April’s rivers flow with love,
The waves crash against the bright sea, filled with stories of fervor.

Poems link the mountains and valleys,
The moon chases the mythical figure Cuội and the Buffalo King.
April returns to the ancient homeland,
Where fragrant tea, betel leaves, and Xoan rice intertwine.

Phùng Châu and Nghĩa Lĩnh are alive with devotion,
As we honor the ancestors, praying for the Hùng Kings’ peace.
Hy Cương, the incense smoke rises in memory,
We can still hear the voice of Uncle Hồ guiding us forward.

The Dragon and Phoenix remain steady, strong,
The national anthem rings out in harmony with the golden stars.
The green fields sing with joy and unity,
For the thousand years of our country’s prosperity, flowing from the riverbanks to the mountains.

Notes:
1- 2022 marks 47 years of the reunification of the country (April 30, 1975 – April 30, 2022).
2- Inspired by composer Tân Huyền Cỏ Non Thành Cổ.
3- April also marks the lunar March with the Hùng Kings' Death Anniversary.

Sông Nước - Thụy Giang
5.4.2022

As April comes, my heart is filled with longing.
The beautiful cotton tree along the road has bloomed.
I remember those days, when we were so shy,
The red flamboyant petals pressed in a notebook, exchanged between us.

Under the trees, the flowers bloom in full splendor,
We walked together, dreaming of a future along the same path.
Then summer came, and we had to part too soon,
Two separate roads, filled with anticipation for the future.

Years passed, and our love grew stronger,
The pressed flamboyant flowers never faded.
They remained red, still whole, never torn,
Much like our love, forever full and passionate.

April arrives, bringing memories to share,
For the one I love, with so many fates intertwined.
Looking at the flamboyant flowers, my heart is flooded with nostalgia,
The flowers are still pressed in the pages of the old notebook.

Oh, April, so full of sweet memories,
The old schoolyard fills me with longing for old friends.
The trees still stand, their green leaves spread wide,
Our love was once so romantic, a beautiful time.

HN 10/4/2023
Thơ Thương Huyền

April arrives, bringing with it sweet memories of love.
The country celebrates, full of brightness and hope.
Children joyfully play, filled with happiness,
While the elders seem to return to their youth.

Oh April, how beautiful the nation looks,
That Spring has brought us victory.
We press forward, aiming at our enemies,
With triumphs and joy filling our hearts.

The sky is clear, the swallows dance in the air,
Bringing happiness and soft winds to our hearts.
The love you carry is sweet, resting in you,
While I wait for you, sending flowers and fragrance on the breeze.

The April sun blazes, coloring cheeks with warmth,
As you wait by the wall covered in moss.
Old memories stir from the past,
While the stars above shine brightly in the sky.

April departs, but the heart is full of longing,
Spring has ended, welcoming Summer with memories.
Somewhere, a voice echoes, reminding us
To harmonize and keep in step with the rhythm of time.

Written by: Vân Lê 18/4/2022

April fills the sky with the fluttering of flags.
The sun shines bright, and the flowers burst into color.
The sound of songs lingers in the air,
As Saigon celebrates its freedom and peace.

The land stretches wide, united.
The North and South fulfill their long-held dreams.
The sky is painted with shades of pink clouds,
And the victorious army marches back with pride.

For a hundred years, we’ll uphold our vows,
The love for our country never fades.
Through countless years, through trials and joys,
Today is as beautiful as a dream come true.

The streets and villages, so picturesque,
The green riverbanks, so fresh and inviting.
The earth and sky, one vibrant painting,
Creating a history of honor to last forever.

Vietnam, a land that shines so bright,
April brings the bloom of life and growth.
Our homeland, filled with songs of joy,
United in harmony, love, and life.

Phạm Đào

April brings memories of Lady Ban,
The areca flowers bloom, bidding farewell to spring and calling summer.
Look at the sago palm proudly standing,
Its branches stretch, silently whispering.

The red flame tree awaits the exam season,
Pressed flowers in notebooks, kept for someone special.
The grapefruit flowers fall outside the garden,
Sending messages with their fragrance, waiting for someone to return.

In the garden, the peach and apricot trees hang low,
A few flowers remain, waiting for the summer to come.
The rain tree flowers fall along the path,
Reminding her of him, far away.

The gate adorned with guava and custard apple flowers,
So many others around the yard.
Please, don't hesitate,
Don't leave forever, leaving the golden betel nut behind.
In the heat of April, if you miss a friend,
Come back, if you feel the longing.

April 1, 2022

Lê Thuần

April arrives, bringing with it a sense of longing,
As if the sweetness of our memories still lingers.
Countless nostalgic moments, painted in the red of the flame tree,
And the cries of cicadas echoing in the midday sun.

I remember the road shaded by the tamarind trees,
Late nights spent by the tea stall at the end of the street.
Do you still recall the love poem I whispered to you,
In the quiet of the night, as the wind blew softly?

I sat quietly, counting the drops of coffee,
Trying to relive the memories, with my head resting on your shoulder.
The stories from that time, when love ignited my heart,
Promises made in silence, etched deeply in my soul.

April comes again, bringing memories that I count,
All I want is to turn back time,
To reignite the flame in my heart,
To relive those moments of love that once consumed me.

This April, a quiet solitude fills the air,
As my heart still trembles with emotion.
Perhaps it’s because you remember too,
And wonder if I will ever fulfill our past promises...

The rain pours down, greeting the arrival of April,
As the breeze caresses and wraps around her feet.
The thunder rumbles, chasing the clouds away,
While flocks of white storks fly home to their nests.

Worry creeps in for the worker at the end of the street,
Wondering if the rain will catch them on their way to work.
April arrives, painting the sky in hues of orange,
As the squash vines overflow at the entrance of the alley.

Bees buzz, and butterflies flutter around the red roses,
As the wind dances softly, swaying to its own rhythm.
The cicadas’ faint song fills the air,
While a grandmother’s lullaby gently rocks the cradle.

The coffee plants bloom with clusters of purple flowers,
The soldier returns, reluctant to part.
On leave, yet soon to bid farewell,
We will share our duty, united together in spirit.

A kiss beneath the quiet, gentle rain,
“Don’t worry, stay strong and safe,” you say.
“Give me a little more warmth,” I reply,
April’s rain blending with the happiness of love.

Collected

April has arrived, bringing with it the memories of us,
The red silk cotton flowers still vibrant in their hue.
The purple flowering trees no longer beckon,
Yet the jasmine still yearns to whisper words of love.

April comes, bringing anticipation for so many things,
Hoping the memories don't drift away with the wind.
My dear, so many love stories remain unfinished,
The fragrance of passion still lingers, as though never fading.

April returns, inviting the warmth of summer,
And within my heart, a lifetime of yearning remains.
Let us engrave these moments, for they are ours,
As each passing day we add more to the story of our bond...

Author: Ho Nhu