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1. Poem: A Package of Loving Memories
A PACKAGE OF LOVING MEMORIES.
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 12/7/2018
I package the color of the sunset.
Fermenting the taste of longing love.
I wrap the green of flowers and grass.
Pinning it to strands of hair like clouds.
I pack full of memories.
Visiting the land of love and recollection.
The summer heat ignites with bright red.
Spreading the pure purple hue.
I wrap a beautiful smile.
Sending it to the one I miss.
I package a bright full moon.
Sowing dreams in sweet verses.
I wrap the morning sunlight.
Lulling into a dreamy sleep.
Musical notes play with highs and lows.
Caressing the rhythm of a waiting heart.
I wrap the poem’s words.
Hiding them in the dim light of the evening.
I wrap the fragrance of romantic love.
Embracing the realm of passion.
I wrap every vow made.
Placing it in my small heart.
Echoing deeply in the land of memories.
Shaking... Waves of love's emotions.
2. Poem: Suddenly
SUDDENLY.
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 15/4/2018
Suddenly
The sky bursts with rain.
Suddenly, the path becomes flooded
With memories of you returning home.
Suddenly
I lose myself in confusion.
Suddenly, I remember
Someone's forgotten vow.
Suddenly
The night stirs my heart.
Suddenly, the thread of longing
Weaves a delicate poem.
Suddenly
My soul drifts aimlessly.
Suddenly, I find myself
Staring blankly, lost in thought.
Suddenly
I yearn to search once more.
The drifting dream
Hides deep in your eyes of green.
Suddenly
The scent of grapefruit, the fragrance of lemon.
Filling the air with sweetness
As it wraps around your cloud-like hair....!!!!
3. Poem: Hanoi Streets
HANOI STREETS.
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 5/4/2018
April, oh Hanoi, the streets grow thin.
Spring sends the sunlight, leaving the season behind.
The waves of West Lake recall the little Snipe birds.
Endless memories of love echo with the moon's promise.
The ancient tree silently gazes at the streets at night.
The lullaby of the night quietly unfolds in silence.
Hair flows, whispering anger calling for the sun.
Hiding the lingering sounds, buried deep in soft lips.
The grapefruit blossom still softly spreads its fragrant allure.
A corner of the street waits, bent with nostalgia.
Could it be the evening sun's scattered rays?
Making April owe a debt to the turning of the seasons.
The piano keys play in the midst of the rain.
A touch of longing on the old road is searched for.
The mustard flower season returns with memories.
A sky painted with the color of waiting violet hues.
April arrives, and the street corners stand still in wonder.
The scent of love gently lingers in the strands of hair.
Each ray of sunlight sparkles with the sweetness left behind.
A little longing...
Engulfed deep in the heart's corner...!!!
4. Poem: Touch
TOUCH
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 26/3/2018
A slight touch of vastness.
Spring dreams lazily over the sun.
Letting go of a quiet, lingering love.
The white grapefruit flower hesitates.
A touch of spring rain.
The tree awakens with a shy leaf.
The season moves in a gentle daze.
As if teasing the earth and sky itself.
A touch of vertigo.
Why does the heart yearn for so long?
Holding on, listening to the earth's breath.
The shadow of the evening's frame.
Touching a drifting dream.
Carved into the land of memories.
A piece of the moon’s vow seeks.
A sky of purple, wistfully waiting...!!!
5. Poem: I Desire
I DESIRE
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 26/1/2018
I desire to weave the colors of sunlight.
Into strands of floating hair.
I want to hold onto the intoxication.
In every breath I take.
I wish to embroider each thread of memory.
Into the glistening waves of your eyes.
I want to weave dreams into
A realm of romantic love.
To hold the moon’s promise close.
Weaving a golden silk thread.
Amidst the endless sea of memories.
Gently nurturing shades of purple.
I long for the sweetness of your lips.
With passion, spreading the fragrance of love.
Weaving the clouds of the evening.
Drifting softly in the land of memories.
I want my heart to bloom in deep red.
Imprinted with the image of my beloved.
Brushing the rose blush on your cheeks.
Calling the sun to shine brightly...!
6. Poem: The Length of Longing
THE LENGTH OF LONGING
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 9/1/2018
The street isn't long enough to measure my longing for you.
As the sunlight wavers and falls gently to the ground.
The morning dew, too, seems to hold a quiet anger.
Resting silently beneath the leaves, forgotten in its slumber.
The street isn't long enough to embrace the full moon’s glow.
To awaken memories once again.
Do you remember the kiss we shared back then?
Even now, it lingers, a feeling of intoxication.
Hanoi’s afternoon carries a soft drizzle of rain.
The season passes, the street sways with longing.
The fragrance of gardenia wafts gently through the narrow lanes.
As the winds increase, for you aren’t here tonight.
The street isn't long enough to hold the entire season of love.
To leave my eyes wet, filled with memories.
The beloved land floods back, taking over.
The moon swears...
And the color of purple passion spreads across the sky…!
7. Poem: Let Me Tell You About Hanoi
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HANOI
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 5/1/2018
I will tell you about Hanoi.
The Turtle Tower stands tall, reflected in the moonlight.
Ngoc Son Temple with willow trees by its steps.
The memory sways, embracing you in haste.
The daisy calls for winter's arrival, in a hurry.
The cold wind pushes through, tearing leaves from the roadside.
The air carries the lingering scent of flowers and grass.
Making Hanoi a place of longing, a season of memories.
I will tell you, on every corner of the street.
As winter touches, it fades the little alleyways.
The coldness pulls and shapes a faint silhouette.
Every memory stretches across the years.
In the Old Quarter, the moonlight lingers at dusk.
The sound of faint calls echoes through the evening streets.
Why does this season of love feel so unsettled?
Leaving my heart heavy with profound thoughts.
Who does Hanoi long for, as the late-night mist falls?
A gust of wind pouts, teasing the tip of my feet.
A whisper floats by, the sound of someone murmuring.
I long to inhale the scent of sweet-smelling flowers.
I have told you, as the wind sweeps through the window.
The longing weaves again....
Binding the heart with love...!
8. Poem: You Still Owe Me
YOU STILL OWE ME
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 14/10/2017
You still owe me a nameless longing.
The autumn breeze blows through the streets.
The daisies bloom as winter approaches.
Autumn tugs at my heart, leaving an unfinished love.
You still owe me the last rays of the setting sun.
To lull me into a quiet dream.
I reach out to catch a falling leaf gently.
Winter is coming, tilting the rhythm of my verse.
You still owe me a corner of your heart waiting.
For the longing to knock on my door.
Afraid to hold on as the seasons change once more.
The piano melody lost in the soul of autumn.
You still owe me a lullaby song.
The old memory, a season of waiting daisies.
A hasty kiss, leaving my heart in turmoil.
Calling the season back, making the longing bend.
You still owe me the warmth of winter.
The purple hues linger in the depth of longing.
The late dew softens the grass with its touch.
You owe me forever...
To leave behind this fleeting autumn love...!
9. Poem: Return It to Me
RETURN IT TO ME
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 9/3/2018
Who will return to me the March of purple blossoms?
The season of love, with timid pink rosebuds.
Did you ever think of me unexpectedly?
The narrow road where we walked together.
Who will return to me the evening scent of pomelo?
The intoxicating fragrance that left me breathless.
Though we're apart, the memories remain intertwined.
Moments that stretch endlessly with the passing years.
Who will return to me the romantic moon of late nights?
Crafting verses as I drifted in the clouds of love.
The sun shines long, bidding farewell to winter.
Your cloud-like hair, a trace of love's mark.
Who will return to me your embrace, forever?
The yearning, so strong, it flickers like a quiet flame.
You will return to me... until the end of this life.
You will return everything...
And my whole life will be yours...
10. Poem: Do You Love Hanoi As Much As You Loved Me?
DO YOU LOVE HANOI AS MUCH AS YOU LOVED ME?
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 12/3/2018
Hanoi is warm when the spring sunlight stretches over the streets.
We're apart now...
...Do you ever suddenly think of me?
The sound of leaves falling, restlessly by the doorstep.
Echoes of the market cries drift through the window...
Half-closed... awake in the silence.
The song of a dream searching for lost memories.
The violin lets go, hiding longing in the night.
The scent of Frangipani quietly and gently.
Filling the quiet street with a soft embrace.
Your Hanoi is like a peaceful song.
A love tune submerged in a fleeting dream.
The park bench waits in loneliness.
The willow’s shadow falls as spring touches the door.
Hanoi waits... the streets await...
....... another season of love.
The cold late winter stretches the faint crescent moon.
The sunset’s glow, a faint, trembling ray of light.
Circling endlessly, trying to hold onto a moment.
The yearning heart aches within the chest.
Sadness drizzles as the rain falls softly.
The heart of love listens to the quiet whispers of the wind.
It keeps reminding me... of the promises of love we once made.
The small street corner still remembers the season of milk flowers.
Do you love Hanoi as much...
...as you loved me...!!!
11. Poem: A Poem Sent to You
A POEM SENT TO YOU.
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 23/11/2017
Do you hear in the poem I wrote?
The sound of the kite’s flute, deep and resonant across the countryside.
The rich fragrance spreads over the embankment.
As though it holds countless unsaid words.
Do you hear the poem echoing with the wind?
The evening sky’s glow paints the trees red.
The lullaby for the evening meal, gathering us close.
Messages woven into every line of verse.
Do you feel in the poem’s embrace?
The bond of love I’ve kept for so long.
Still pure as it was in the beginning.
Can you sense the yearning, like the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?
Do you see all that I’m sending to you?
The quiet corner filled with sweetness.
The fragrant scent, entwined with longing.
Like children rushing across the open fields.
Do you feel my heart, full of romance?
Waking from the intoxication of dreams of love.
The moonlight swears to shine every night.
Wanting to hold on...
The silhouette of my dearest...!
12. Poem: Spring and I
SPRING AND I.
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 23/2/2018
I wish to be a beautiful flower.
When spring comes, to bloom brightly and proudly.
With the swallows, holding onto the heart, listening to the breath of the night.
Spring turns, eagerly waiting for the words of love.
I want my lips to forever be as red as they are now.
As longing and love rise within me.
Every second, my heart feels as though it knows.
A bit of daydream, a bit of innocence because of you.
I want my love to never fade, to remain vivid.
When the memories intertwine deep in my mind.
The moments of closeness, the passionate ones, are they real?
They set my heart ablaze with desire.
For all my life, do you know?
I want to send a little shy fragrance of love.
Every sensation trembling softly within me.
So that yearning silently rises in my heart.
I want to be the longing, the affection.
So that you know how important I am to you.
Spring has arrived, my heart is flooded with waves.
Infused with love...
In passionate, intoxicating bliss...
13. Poem: Winter's Love Song
WINTER'S LOVE SONG
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi: 1/1/2018
Winter sweeps through the narrow streets this evening.
I still remember the intoxicating scent of a past time.
Could it be the rain that passed by the door?
The seasonal winds causing the milk flowers to fall.
The sound of the piano in the empty café.
Bringing memories of a time consumed by passion.
Leaves rustling in the distant, dark night.
The quiet sadness imprinted with longing.
The color of time has tinged the roads with purple.
The season’s change stirs the shadow of the afternoon.
I’ve wandered through a thousand memories.
Afraid that winter’s return will tip the scales of regret.
Could it be the unfinished bond between us?
That makes even the sun’s rays turn a soft purple.
The harsh winds of the season now no longer sting.
Our love poem remains vivid in its tenderness.
The rainy days of sorrow have passed.
Leaving behind memories...
Uniting both ends...
THE LONGING....!
14. Poem: There’s a Season that Brings Longing
THERE’S A SEASON THAT BRINGS LONGING.
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 28/9/2017
The autumn breeze arrives, bringing longing into verse.
The little street is filled with the sweet scent of milk flowers.
A flock of sparrows searches for shelter.
They seem lost in sadness as the leaves fall one by one.
It’s your fault that I stay angry and distant.
The waves of longing rise, filling my eyes with memories.
The rain soaks the earth, leaving sorrow along the narrow path.
The autumn wind spreads its faint, nostalgic scent.
There’s a season that carries a bittersweet longing.
The faint smell of wild grass lingers in the air.
A distant sadness tugs at my heart.
Autumn turns, holding onto the early morning light.
The little street seems quiet, almost silent.
The last rays of sunshine float gently through the empty afternoon.
The sound of birdsong fades into the stillness.
There’s a season...
That lingers in the quiet dream of love...!
15. Poem: I Go Searching
I GO SEARCHING
By Phan Thi Tuyet Van
Hanoi, 29/10/2017
I search for the love that has faded away.
Each memory is woven into dreams lost in time.
Autumn breaks its promise as the yellow leaves fall.
I search in vain for memories gone astray.
I search for each wandering breeze.
It carried away the moon, and the vows we made.
On the empty streets, the song of love lingers, choked with sorrow.
My lips long for the kiss I’ve missed for so long.
I search for you in the ache of longing.
The bells have tolled, and the sunset fades to darkness.
The memories linger on the quiet streets.
They surface, quietly settling into the dreams of love.
I search in the trembling sunlight.
Hoping to find the shadow of the love I once knew.
The waves hush, hiding all the anger and longing.
All the resentment, the love, still hidden deep within.
