Top 15 Beautiful Poems by Poet Nguyễn Trọng Hoà

Author: Thiên Phú

Oh Bình Lộc, how simple you are,
Though I've left, it's hard to forget you!
The familiar lanes, the sweet scent of jasmine,
The morning sun gleaming with golden light...

You stay behind, working in the harvest,
This year's rice crop is plentiful.
Your voice rings out, teaching the young to read,
In the evenings, cutting grass, tending the buffalo.

Oh Bình Lộc, I never wanted to leave,
I longed to stay and play like when I was young.
We’d play games, crafting toys from leaves,
Leaf-money... now still echoing in my poems.

Oh Bình Lộc, how everything has changed,
The old country road is now wide and paved,
The green tea - our village always lively,
The bustling local market with its trade and chatter.

Oh Bình Lộc, I yearn to return...

Author: Thiên Phú

He fell for the girl from Bến Tre,
The green coconut trees casting their cool shade,
The soulful melody of vọng cổ she sings,
So soft, flowing with the rhythm of the song...

Lost in thought, he seems to have forgotten the way,
The path back, where the Rạch Miễu Ferry sails in the breeze,
In Chợ Giữa, people in their áo bà ba, caught in a sea of longing,
Heading to Lương Hòa or down to Cái Mơn...

Sơn Đốc, I dream of you still,
Many memories of Ba Tri, love and longing,
Falling for Trúc Giang the very first time,
Under the shade of coconut trees, feeling warm and close.

He fell for the girl from his homeland,
The Bến Tre girl in her áo bà ba, full of love,
The tilted hat hiding her smiling face,
Her gentle form, with silky black hair...

Author: Thiên Phú

This spring, the fragrance of grapefruit blossoms fills the air,
The citrus flowers emit a strong scent in the small garden,
The longan tree blooms this year,
The sweet scent of mango and the green small jackfruit...

This spring, love comes to me,
The morning dew glistens on the sunlit garden,
The pink buds of the rose swaying in the wind,
The vibrant leaves of the red flower tree unfurling...

This spring, the garden produces fruits ripe for picking,
Join me as I share these moments in poetry,
A heartfelt emotion, sung through rhymed verses,
Oh, the serenity in the songs of the village garden...

Author: Thiên Phú

Could it be that the memory has frozen,
When love closes itself in painful regret?
Our hearts once loved in haste,
Loved passionately... then shattered with sorrow.

I still hope for a miracle,
If only you could share this life with me,
A love that would last forever in happiness,
Never broken if we never part...

My love, why does it carry so much bitterness?
The nights spent in drunken haze and smoke,
The sound of falling leaves rustling in the cold,
Within my heart, the memory lies frozen...

Author: Thiên Phú

Where are they now? The hands that held me close
Hand in hand, we walked and gazed with wonder
Oh my love, we were so deeply smitten
These hands, I placed all my love into them...

We thought that hand in hand, our love would last
That we would walk this long journey without fatigue
Little did we know, our love came to an end
As you crossed the ferry, happily on your way to marriage

Now, only memories of those old days remain...
I remember every evening, when we met and parted
My hand holding yours, guiding you gently
The afternoon rain brings a heavy sense of sorrow

Where have your soft hands gone...

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Author: Thiên Phú

The strange wind brought you to me
It whispers through the purple twilight
I met you on the cool bamboo bridge
You shyly smiled, hiding your tender affection

Your presence made my heart race, so endearing
The sunset clouds over our homeland shone brightly
My heart skipped as I felt this new, sweet love
I was captivated by your beautiful figure...

Oh, how dazzling you are, my lady
Your eyes glance at me with such charm
My heart has no regrets, only affection
Your laughter is like a soft lullaby

Our love grew on that swaying bridge
It will always stay by my side
The strange wind seemed to send a message
Holding your hand, kissing you deeply...

Thank you, my love, for this moment together...

Author: Thien Phu

Oh, the month of May
Thin shoulders withered
Life like a leaf
Swaying with time

Age no longer young
But like an innocent soul
Running along the embankment
The river bends, carrying water
The bridge leans
Waiting for the villagers

Clenching both hands
Punching into the wind
Shouting loudly
That's life!

In May
The village field
The straw scattered
Golden ripe grains
Fragrant and sweet

In May
The buffalo still grazes
The Phoenix flowers bloom here and there
Far away, the school days are distant

I wish I could
Be forever young
Free from illness

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Author: Thien Phu

The fruit of affection is so sweet, oh my
The rich, intoxicating flavor fills the air
Our love runs deep like a song
Oh, the passion when our hands clasp together...

Our lips exchange intoxicating, fragrant kisses
I adore your soft hair under the sun
We stroll along a quiet path
A glimpse of you with two innocent braids...

We love each other, hoping for the fruit of our efforts
To blossom into love - a pure bond
The purple sunset stretches gently
The countryside air smells of the fruit of affection...

Author: Thien Phu

A life of hardship
Enduring many struggles
Time fades away
Footprints sinking into the earth

Oh, childhood!
Sweet as a mother's milk
Under the scorching sun
Mother carrying well water
To quickly brew a cup of green tea

I remember the days I bathed in this water
When in the afternoon we played all kinds of pranks
A few of us, shirtless, drinking from the well
The well water blending with the passage of time

Cool and refreshing within me
The proud well water
Through the years of poverty
During the war, when bombs roared
The village well sustained the entire community

Old Vinh Hoa - Today’s Binh Loc
There are things that never change
The village temple still casts its shadow
The ancient banyan tree shelters the soul of the village...

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Author: Thiên Phú

I remember the old days when I was small,
Barefoot, stepping on the sand in the village
Then growing up in my mother's embrace
In the boundless love of my father

My childhood! Those pure and innocent days
Running free on the fields, flying kites in the wind
Tending cows and picking grass
Playing with friends in the old days

Years pass by... I remember the thatched roof at home
My mother carefully saving every bite of rice
She gave everything for her children
While my father worked tirelessly day and night...

Growing up, I realize how hard life really is
The form of the past seems to have faded
My footsteps are now covered in the sand
But I remember the alley we walked through...

Oh! That childhood
Sweet milk from my mother's breast
I used to swim in the village river
Caught snails and crabs in the days of youth
The warm evening sun reminds me of the old days...

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Author: Thien Phu

The golden autumn afternoon, with soft, shimmering sunlight
The streets near my home, full of lively conversation
The sweet smell of jasmine flowers marks the beauty of the countryside
The calm river gently flows, deep in thought...

Oh!
Is it someone from the old place, returning there?
Visiting the village, walking through the rice fields
Oh, homeland! A gentle embrace
Feeling the vastness of love...

Oh, the countryside! Who hasn’t once dreamed
Of bathing in the cool river waters
Oh, childhood! How many times I’ve wished
To return to the old days...

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Author: Thien Phu

He learned to love on a soft, sunlit afternoon
Her cheeks blushed, stealing his heart away
The jasmine at her house, with its strong, fragrant aroma
Her voice whispers love, deep and tender

Each afternoon, the jasmine at her home sends out its scent
On this side, the jasmine at my house fills the air with fragrance
Our love blossoms with every song we share
The sweetness of each word lingers, touching the soul

Oh, how enchanted I am by you and the jasmine
For you made me fall in love with everything beautiful...

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Author: Thiên Phú

Summer is over! The phoenix flower no longer competes
The sunlight turns the countryside and city golden
The cicadas' song fades slowly, then stops
Autumn comes... as the leaves of the tamarind tree rustle!

The familiar road... someone hurrying along
"Mud underfoot, but the sun shines above"
All the hardship – hands working tirelessly
Going back and forth, life bustling to earn a living...

Autumn is here! The jasmine flowers also just bloom
The buds sway gently in the calm breeze
In the village alley, a few people chatting
Life is peaceful, joyful with the passage of time...

Author: Thiên Phú

The fall has arrived, and the sunlight gleams
The cicadas sing a melody of eternal love
The phoenix tree still smiles with its red blooms
Its charm, like a shy young girl, innocent and pure.

Whispering, I miss my distant friends
The summer days apart from school and class
Oh, my friends...
The space around us freezes in time
Time, please slow down
Let us hold hands and play beneath the school yard's sky.

Oh!
How beautiful it is, the sight of white uniforms fluttering in the wind
Hand in hand, we haven't yet spoken of love
The phoenix tree still smiles, burning brightly in the distance....!

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Author: Thiên Phú

The golden autumn sun wraps gently
Its fragrance of betel leaves fills the air beside the bridge
The bird sings sweetly, soaring in the sky
The golden autumn leaves have fallen, the season has changed...

The rice fields stretch along the dike with cattle grazing
Sweet memories of picking starfruit in the summer
The sound of the kite soaring, echoing in the distance
Reminds me of friends, each living in different places.

This autumn brings a rush of longing
The flowers of love are just beginning to bloom
Your voice soft and tender, soothing
Binding the golden sun... to spread the fragrance of betel leaves.