Top 17 Best Poems by Poet Ngô Dương Hải

À á à à ơi...!
A lifetime of mother singing lullabies to her child
Now the child sings back to the mother through the night
The mother sings softly to the child
And the child sings back beside the falling leaves!

Mother hums a lullaby, a soothing tune
The child sings again, as the endless sky looms
The mother sings with the river's cool stream
The child sings again, as the wide-winged storks dream.

Mother hums lullabies with gentle tunes
The child sings back, as time moves on like the moons
The mother sings of the winds from the mountains high
The child sings back, with sweat on the clothes they try.

Mother sings with sweetness on her lips
The child sings back with memories in their grip
The mother sings of the noon day's breeze
The child sings back, of life's rains and pleas.

À á à à ơi...!
The child sings, though the words remain unspoken
Mother, the years, in sun and rain unbroken
Mother, your hands that held me through the years
Mother, your hands that silently cared for me, with tears...!

It's the end of autumn... I write for you again,
A love poem... as winter knocks at the door,
More than half our lives... we meet once more,
Silently searching... silently longing for love!

In October's sky... the mist is thin and cold,
My longing heart... searches its way back to you,
Is it that autumn... understands my soul so well,
So... it waits... for the golden leaves to gently fall!

The night jasmine's fragrance... clings to our feet,
Embracing us both... in the autumn's past days,
The moments together... never feel complete,
We close our eyes, waiting... without even a kiss to trace!

Winter slowly comes... autumn’s memories remain,
Have you seen so many autumns... yet still left dreams unfulfilled?
When the plants sprout new shoots... who can truly know
That only the golden hue... holds onto autumn's glow!

More than half our lives... again, the night listens to the rain,
The drops fall gently... extending the longing pain,
Funny how love... seems to have no reason at all,
Why does it keep us waiting... with hearts that never fall!

The river of life... never knows its depth or clarity,
Only autumn... understands the waiting winter's heart,
Only autumn... watches the clouds drift endlessly,
Only waiting... lets you truly understand love's art...

Will you return to Hà Nội with this autumn?
The wind gently carries the leaves through the streets,
Dim lights flicker in the quiet night… someone’s shadow by the window,
The scent of jasmine fills the air… on the corner of the old street!

Will you return to Hà Nội with a rainy afternoon?
The waves ripple on West Lake, dancing with the breeze,
The bells chime slowly… their sound echoing,
Yet even in the rain… the old leaves still flutter down.

Will you return to Hà Nội with this autumn?
Amidst the early morning mist… the graceful dress fluttering,
We hold hands and stroll together by Hoàn Kiếm Lake,
Reflecting in the clear waters of Thê Húc Bridge… the soft waves caressing us!

The phoenix flowers strive to hold onto time,
Amidst the green leaves… the late red blooms shine,
Autumn drifts lazily by… summer isn't quite done,
But I remember you, wearing the pure white uniform, so young.

Hà Nội, my love, is so simple this autumn,
The clouds drift slowly across the sky, with golden sunlight gleaming,
The banks of the Red River… no longer deserted,
The golden fields stretch wide… butterflies flying in pairs!

The stone bench we used to sit on… still feels the same,
The bench remains, though the memories have grown longer,
On the bench, my dear, your letters still remain,
Etched in the same neat lines… side by side, forever stronger...

Come back, my love… Hà Nội still waits for you…!

The one returning to the ancestral land,
Listen for me, the rooster's midday call,
Help me with the rain showers of the afternoon,
Release for me the bamboo blinds of early summer!

Listen for me, the cicadas' song,
Sing for me the rhymes of childhood,
Welcome the early morning mist,
Release for me the dream of a kite soaring high!

Ask for me, how much
How much for a ticket to journey back in time,
How much longing can be contained,
How much is the weight of a father's steps in life?

Sing for me, a lullaby of affection,
Welcome the vast sky’s breeze for me,
Take me across the river of memories,
Gaze upon the endless lilies for me!

Pick for me the lovely purple flowers,
Reflect for me the glow of the past,
Ask for me, the cuckoos’ restless call,
Is it possible that love is still lingering, unending?

The one returning to the ancestral land,
Let me send a token of love,
Let me send the evening breeze,
As endless as the wind, as endless as love...

Let me release into the river of my homeland,
All the joys and sorrows of decades of life,
Washing away weariness, refreshing in the quiet moments,
Flowing with the tides of life, forever rising and falling!

Let me cast into the flowing water,
A lifetime of childhood, never wasted in the embrace of life,
Through nights with the moon and gentle waves,
And lullabies sung softly in the swing's embrace.

Let me send the sun upon the waves,
With the clouds and mist, reflecting the evening light,
Across swaying bamboo bridges, crossing the canals,
Shining upon the silhouette of a simple woman in her conical hat.

Let me send years that carry all,
Memories packed along the flowing river,
Knowing that the river always has both its high and low banks,
But in all, there’s an undying yearning, ever true.

Let me release all my love,
Into the river that washes over your life,
Though I may go upstream or down,
In dreams, I call out to that river’s flow...

It's been so long... Autumn hasn't visited us,
But it's okay... Autumn still carries the same old colors,
Just thinking of each other is enough,
Though it’s a bit late... The leaves will still sway!

It's been so long... The night again listens to the rain,
In front of the porch, the wind passes gently,
The old raindrops... We shared them in two halves,
Half wet your lips... Half warm on mine!

It's been so long... I finally see the mist fall,
As the evening sets... Clouds drift with the wind,
Yellow leaves fall... On the narrow path back,
The grass also dreams... Gently lifting the leaves that flutter away!

It's been so long... I thought autumn had changed,
The sun shines faintly... Days of white clouds drift,
The river remains still... The old boat stands quietly,
As the gentle breeze touches the banks... The waves kiss the reeds!

It's been so long... Autumn doesn’t know where to go,
It only knows the trees have turned golden,
The Moon, like... This season’s night is also strange,
Spreading its golden light... Across the vast, endless sky!

It's been so long... Yes, the pillow is still empty,
My hand resting on your head... Your hand on my brow,
Through the sparse window... The distant stars are our companions,
Crickets stir the feeling of love... Love awakens all the sweet intoxication!

Oh, you from that distant place in March,
Keep for me the drifting scent of coffee,
Keep for me the deep intoxication,
The rich bonds that circle like the dance of the wine.

Keep for me the sound of the ringing gongs,
The dancing light of the fire as we gather around,
Pull for me the depths of the lake,
The endless white clouds floating aimlessly!

Release for me the soft wings,
The diligent bee swaying in the wind of blooming flowers,
The familiar path we once wandered,
Keep for me the colors of the wild daisies!

Keep for me the wind’s whispers,
The golden leaves falling as the season changes,
Look for me at the distant rows of trees,
The towering rubber forests far in the distance!

Let me say, 'If only...'
If only those eyes once longed for the same,
If only we had not drifted apart,
Then those eyes... would be my sky...!

Is it May... is it truly May,
As the purple flowers linger, uncertain whether to stay or go,
The delicate petals fading, a new bloom unfolding,
Is it waiting for someone to walk by?

Oh May, with the red flame of the phoenix flower and the gentle breeze,
As the baskets of flowers bring back memories,
You carry my childhood, long past,
With awkward hands holding a notebook and pressed letter!

Oh May, with your lotus leaves turned into umbrellas,
Though the roads may be long, they somehow seem shorter,
The dragonflies by the road are busy,
Carrying the golden season... following the footsteps of youth!

Oh May, are you remembering with longing,
Is that why the cicadas’ song never quite finishes,
The moss-covered steps holding up life’s journey,
And the playful sunlight dancing... Yes, the sun’s glow is so bright!

Oh May, please don’t go so heartlessly...!

Blame me for leaving! Every evening when I return,
The first thing I ask is – Where is mother?
Even if I'm sad, it remains the same,
A person... can only live once!

Blame me for leaving! Calling out in my dreams,
Mother, oh mother! But it's not me,
Even if I’m angry, I’ll have to accept it,
Without mother... there’s no me left!

Blame me for leaving! One day I'll realize,
There’s only one Mother in this world,
Without Mother, we would not be here,
I'll blame you... but you couldn’t have done it any differently!

Blame me for leaving! If the Buddha could grant wishes,
I would wish that... Mother would forever be young,
Though life outside... moves quickly,
I’ll keep blaming... there’s no wish left for me!

Blame me for leaving! If I could return in a past life,
I would still be the child of Mother,
Her lullaby by the hammock, the cradle,
Guiding me on every step of life’s journey!

Blame me for leaving! One day when Mother steps away,
Even with all the rough roads ahead, it will still be me,
The ship of my life faces many storms,
But I’ll always hold the corner... while Mother remains peaceful!

Blame me for leaving! My shoulders have become heavier,
But nothing compares to the burden Mother once carried,
This life... I could fall short of many things,
But I cannot... bear to see Mother’s tears fall!

Blame me for leaving! ... That’s how life is...

Release the moon boat, filled with cups of wine,
Let it drift farther, oh thousand clouds,
Who is setting free the endless river?

Who releases the moon boat, filled with wine?

Let the moon's riverbank carry a tiny boat,
Wondering, who is planting the pole for crossing?
Why cross the river on this stormy, rainy day?
Let the pole slide, step by step, lost in thought!

A jar of moon, leaning with the wind and sky,
A thin veil of mist falls softly,
Tonight, we drink the life of winds and storms,
Tilting the moon boat, and the land beneath it!

Tonight, yes, tonight alone,
Turn the jar and moon together, and lay bare my heart,
Let all the love in the fiery wine pour out,
Who told the world, 'wine is bitter and sorrowful'?

Once upon a time, the Moon kissed the Sea,
Gently drifting, even the Wind felt a stir,
Did you know, the Wind had its own wish?
That's why it swept a kiss upon my cheek.

Once upon a time, we were too far apart,
I pulled you closer, then pushed you away,
Like the vast ocean, I mimicked sincerely,
Embracing you, saying goodbye was no longer an option.

Once upon a time, we split in two,
You turned away, and soon, sadness followed,
Like the wind, I clung to you tightly,
In the haze of love, rising with desire.

The moon was born for the endless sea,
Its fullness and emptiness are eternal,
Silver waves shimmer across the ocean,
Just as you quenched my life with your gentle love.

On moonlit nights, the waves whisper songs,
A love melody, eager and yearning for you,
Feeling the longing, you were caught by surprise,
And embraced me tightly... And I became the wave!

Tilting the afternoon to let the golden sunlight spill,
Let the river shimmer as the boat drifts lazily,
The stork’s wings tilt as it sings a lullaby,
The poem tilts, waiting by the village dock.

The bamboo bank tilts, casting shadows on the dike,
A tilted cup of wine spills out solemn vows,
Tilt the moon, and the yearning grows,
Tilt the small lips... you remain innocent!

The conical hat tilts, lost in thought,
The path tilts as it waits for someone far away,
Spring tilts the March sun,
Summer tilts, echoing the sounds of birds by the village end.

You leaned in, saying, "Hurry..."
Leaning in, asking, "What if we miss it?"
As we wait for the betel leaves and phoenix wings to be exchanged,
We lean into each other, surrendering everything to love...

What is love? The world asks us this question,
Grey hair... the empty bell rings loudly,
Through sun and rain, like a mocking sky,
Silent nights echo, and a lone poem stirs restlessly.

What is love? For those who’ve lost power and position,
For those imprisoned, counting the days that pass,
For those whose smile has vanished from their lips,
Who hide their tears, leaving only a trace of sorrow.

What is love? It’s evil wrapped in good,
The saint suddenly becomes a sinner,
A pain so deep... the child who never knew his mother,
The soul adrift, detached, without even a word for her!

What is love? From weakness to strength,
The burdened back carries a reason... for love,
Crossing deep rivers... feet treading mountain stones,
The noble one stands, transformed, like stone on a dragon’s altar!

What is love? One who forgets everything,
Hands of fate entrust us to a passionate world,
Where the well holds secrets of despair,
A shining pearl, a horse with a rough mane, an omen of fate!

What is love? A ship sails on a vast sea,
Reaching for the moon, the soul becomes the wind's companion,
The spirit of the waiting woman in a thousand dreams,
While the wind whistles, indifferent to rain or sun!

What is love? The defeated and the victor,
On the same path, one ahead of the other,
What is love? A mix of bliss and agony,
Trying to forget, but only remembering more...

What is love? Oh, humanity, how could you bear it...!

A full year has passed, hasn’t it?
The wind sings, welcoming the visitor,
The wind has replaced the words you wanted to say,
Everyone praises... it's the perfect full moon!

You promised me during the blooming season of the pine trees,
To come back here, to see the rosy cheeks,
Embarrassed, you smiled... but how could you be so shy?
Leave your rosy cheeks as they are... and let others admire!

The sunlight has tilted, casting shadows of us,
The shadows... even closer... afraid of prying eyes,
Carelessly, I looked up at the sky, admiring the white clouds,
But it felt strange... beneath my eyes... your shadow disappeared!

The sunlight gently touches... kisses your lips,
Quietly, I wish I could speak far away,
If only once... I were the sun,
Too many people around... it’s too much to bear!

You tell me the story of a broken heart,
How many talented souls find love,
The blood of three generations spills... the sorrow of Lê Chi Viên,
Injustice sways, toppling even the high towers!

Then I watched you... tears running down your face,
Pity for those trapped by deceitful hands,
I tell you... the injustice of this life has been cleared,
And upon hearing that, you stopped crying!

It seems the pine tree understands our hearts,
It pulls the high branches down to us,
It seems the pine wants us to get closer,
To be near, just a little more... because I am too far away!

Our country... It’s so unique, don’t you think?
In the face of war, we never stop fighting for life,
In the midst of hardship, we open our arms wide,
The words "The people" are etched deeply in our hearts.

These people, in the hardest times, remain silent,
Because they believe in the power of victory,
They never bow... Just like the trees standing tall,
Reaching towards the light of truth and freedom.

Though some may still hesitate,
They understand the heartfelt folk songs,
They see the eternal blue of the sky...
They love the storks flying above the rice fields!

From the soil that gave birth to green shoots,
To the songs that rise like waves in the ocean,
The waves sing out like music,
The leaves of the trees form strong, unbreakable walls!

Isn’t it strange, my dear... This land of mountains and rivers,
Between the vast sea, a red flame burns brightly,
In the endless horizon, the waves crash,
The golden star shines brightly, as the flag of the homeland flies high!

See, my dear... I don't think there's any place like this,
Where the smoke of gunfire still carries the sweetness of milk,
Where every branch, every blade of grass is a foundation,
The homeland has transformed into a dragon... soaring from the waves!

That’s how it is, my dear... With bare hands, it was built!

This poem, my love, speaks of our tale,
The war passed... a time of blood and flames,
The moon still tilts... half of it remains,
The lessons here... the clouds drift on the other side.

I quietly stitch a handkerchief,
With a pink silk band... a white dove on it,
This handkerchief will replace me on those distant days,
Only daring to say... 'For you'!

The guitar you gave me... it plays both loud and clear,
I still strum, waiting for you to return,
Brushing off the dust... each day in my foolishness,
Gently holding the guitar... softly gliding... under the calm moonlight!

The entire country steps into the fiery war,
The guitar quickly returned to your hands,
Could it be that first love is always reckless,
Shy, holding hands, uncertain in its grasp?

A belief that cannot waver,
On the day of victory, you’ll play, and I’ll sing!
The battlefield is fierce... or perhaps a stray bullet,
On the day of peace... you never returned to visit!

I waited... I waited those many years,
Your comrades returned... bringing a few mementos,
I held the tattered notebook,
Holding the red handkerchief... with the bullet's mark through it!

The earth and sky turned... tears streamed from my eyes,
Your warmth still lingers on the bloodstains,
You didn’t return, my eyes felt the pain,
Wherever you are... do you know, my dear?!

The guitar strings are still taut, the sound still sweet,
The chords of love echo... as the sea bids goodbye.
My love, my life will never regret,
I still wait, still wait... and the guitar still plays!

Every evening since then... until now,
The guitar still plays... the mark of years gone by,
The guitar still sings... the melody of our love,
My eyes are closed, but the guitar still hums on…!

I hear the sounds of my homeland,
The rustling of leaves in the wind,
The chicks chirping cheerfully,
The buzzing of golden bees!

The cuckoo calls from the bamboo fence,
Calling out to a dear friend,
The cicadas play their never-ending tune,
And the season of exams has arrived!

I hear the waves crashing in the distance,
Countless unspoken thoughts remain,
The sea forever in debt,
As the boat drifts, waiting for a safe landing!

The cool waters of the canal flow,
Supporting the harvest, heavy with gold,
The evening breeze, so refreshing,
Lifting the kite of my dreams!

The hammock sways gently,
The sweet scent of a child's lips,
The life’s tender shoots beginning to sprout,
The wind flows freely above.

The boat of time sails on,
Bridging two shores filled with love and longing,
Who wrote that awkward verse,
As it floats along the deep river?

Don’t ask why,
The call of my homeland stirs my soul,
What once felt familiar now feels distant,
And the sound of home is forever etched in my heart!