Top 20 Beautiful Poems about the Sound of Cicadas

Returning to the Old Summer

Poem by: Sơn Nữ

The sound of cicadas calls the summer back
The memories are veiled in silence and dust
Flowers bloom, burning red under the sun's rays
I stand still, lost in endless longing

Passing by the old school gate once more
When we used to walk together to class
I clumsily comforted you when you cried
Whispering sweet words, your hair flowing in the breeze

Which page of the book would have given you my farewell?
I was too shy to show it then
But I secretly hid my feelings, my heart racing
So many words were left unsaid, waiting for tomorrow

Time passed, with years flying by relentlessly
The cicadas still play their long, gentle songs
Children continue to collect the red phoenix flower petals
And we whisper each other's name in secret

Memories, please don't fade away
We promised to return next year
The cherished diary of our youthful days
Under the golden sun, her white dress fluttering in the breeze

The Cicada's Song of Memories

Poem by: Nga Lê

The cicadas call relentlessly, announcing the summer's arrival.
Startled, the phoenix flowers bloom and scatter their petals.
The sky is ablaze with their vast red color,
As the wind blows, petals fall far down the road.

The cicadas' song calls out love and longing,
As the grass and trees awaken under the returning summer sun.
The cicada's cry is full of emotion, sorrowful and deep,
I wonder where the person from those days might be now?

Back then, we studied side by side.
We climbed trees, sticky with cicada sap, laughing and playing.
We felt sorry for the little cicada,
Unable to fly, crying out to the sky in vain.

We were two kids who always laughed together.
The cicadas left their homes to play with us.
Now, I miss those days, my friend.
Where has our childhood gone?

The cicadas sing with loud, chaotic cries,
Stirring memories and affection, though no one seems to notice.
Now we are far apart, at the edges of the sky,
Who will still remember those days of long ago?

Those innocent, carefree childhood days
Spent swimming in rivers, picking fruit, climbing trees, and flying kites.
Cicadas, please keep singing,
Call us back to those days, filled with sweet nostalgia.

The pink phoenix flowers cheer with cicada songs,
Love and joy greet the ones who return.

Memories of May

Poem by: Nam Bùi

The phoenix flowers bloom under the harsh afternoon sun,
Dreams call from every direction, summoning the season of longing.
The cicadas' song stirs the schoolyard,
Red flowers drop their petals in restless anticipation.

Time winds memories tight in its grasp,
Each recollection echoing the days that passed.
Do you still wait for the wind from far away,
Where the salty tears still sting the corners of your eyes?

We don't know how long it has been since we met,
Gathering the budding roses of our youthful innocence,
In a tranquil place where dreams were full of longing,
And then we return, unexpectedly, down the old familiar path.

The season sways, anchoring the footsteps of a traveler,
The cicadas build a bridge in the heart’s quiet space.
Oh, my diary, hold tight to those days gone by,
Let the memories stir, don’t fade into silence!

Summer's Farewell Song

Poem by: Dương Khắc Giao

Ah, the cicadas have come alive,
Filling the fields as phoenix flowers paint the summer sky red.
Your white dress is so dazzling, almost blinding,
And your bicycle basket brims with the promise of youth's bloom.

Ah, the cicadas call out for the exam season,
Whispering sweet words of love into the pages of notebooks.

Ah, the cicadas summon the kites to fly,
We both send our wishes up into the clouds.

Ah, your hair dances in the wind,
While my kite seems to have broken loose from its string!

Ah, your shy smile,
The coin on your cheek falls as you walk down the lecture hall.

Ah, the cicadas cry by the school gates,
As I return to my old village, the paths lined with purple flowers.

Ah, twenty-one full moons have passed,
Yet the cicadas still startle the moonlit night.

I walk past the steep road,
As you rest your head by the rice fields near your house.

Ah, the cicadas sing and call,
In the rainy afternoon, let them lull us into a love song.

The pages of my poem are soaked with green dreams,
As I catch sight of your shadow flitting among the branches.

Ah, the candle flickers softly,
As I serenade you with a farewell song of love.

The sky chills with the purple cries of cicadas,
Your dress is white, bathed in summer's rain,
And this afternoon, all my memories are of you.

The Song of the Cicada

Poem by: Phan Huy Hùng

The branches of the black locust tree sway gently, filled with cicada songs,
The areca flowers bloom, eager to show off their smiles.
The hammock sways as the wind hums softly,
Grandmother holds her grandchild close,
And the air is filled with the gentle hum of cicadas.

The Cicada's Song in Life

Poem by: Lan Vương

The cicada sings a heartfelt tune,
Faintly shaking, the evening echoes the memory of days gone by.
The old schoolyard remains here,
The wings of the phoenix still hold the weight of our farewell words.

The cicada's song is full of longing,
Even though the sun’s rays are fading, they carry the words of love.
Love guides us, though far from each other,
Yet, the yearning for that moment remains unspoken.

The cicada hums, basking in the warmth,
While life quietly whispers a sincere longing.
Lost in the gap of forgotten memories,
The cicada's song drifts, turning into a gentle cry.

Once, we were together, young and innocent,
But time has carried us further apart,
The cicada's call echoes, like the sounds of love's regret,
Even after decades, it is still one voice that remains in the midst of it all.

Lullaby of Summer

Poem by: Nguyễn Thị Hồng Hạnh

Hush now,
The cicada sings a lullaby,
To bring the summer sun and chase away the clouds.

Hush now,
The wind dances around,
Playing with the children on their evening stroll.

Hush now,
The moonlight sparkles, gentle and bright,
Reflecting love in the quiet waters below.

Hush now,
The phoenix tree in the schoolyard,
Lights up the evening with its fiery blossoms, a sign of summer.

Hush now,
The cicada's song calls us,
Reminding us of the promise to return to the old school.

Hush now,
Remember the farewell,
The lump in our throats, as if it had just happened yesterday.

Hush now,
Through the journey of life,
My hair now touched with gray, still thinking of the one I secretly loved.

Hush now,
The evening sky turns purple,
As the cicada's song weaves the threads of longing in the air.

Hush now,
Remembering the tender years,
The cicada lulls us into the sweet melancholy of summer.

The Cicadas Then, and Now...

Poem by: Nguyễn Ruyến

Back then, rushed and hurried,
We only dreamed of the phoenix's bloom, ignoring the cicada's song.
Along with the purple Jacaranda by the yard,
The cicadas cried in vain, their song causing headaches.

Now, with silver in my hair,
The cicadas still sing with youth, as bold as ever.
They still surprise us, calling out for the lost lovers, their song filled with passion.

And thus, the cycle repeats itself,
Generations rise again, singing the tunes of progress.
The final-year students are buzzing with excitement,
As their farewell messages mix with the cicada's song.

How can we forget those summer nights,
When we lay awake, listening to our hearts beat?
Sweet, innocent, lost in surprise,
Not yet knowing that our first love was like the cicada's song...

The Cicadas Cry...

Poetry: Trần Lộc

Summer has just arrived,
The sun is eager to shine,
The cicadas cry, their sounds mingling with the red phoenix flowers,
They scream and shout, as the sun stretches endlessly,
Perhaps the cicadas long for winter... the sun smiles.

In the hot afternoon,
They hum softly,
Why do you cry, cicadas, standing and sitting in sorrow?
Their cries pierce the air, blaming the summer,
Why does the sun scorch my hair?

The sound is deafening,
The cicadas’ cries tear at the heart,
Feeling pity for the white uniforms and the phoenix flowers in farewell,
The schoolyard is full of lingering moments, eyes brimming with tears,
The cicadas mourn the passing of childhood.

The sound of cicadas, constant and unwavering,
Whispers into dreams,
Innocent, pure, shy, yet filled with love,
We walk together, lost in the haze,
And when we wake up... the cicadas still sing their lullaby...

The Cicadas of Summer Night

Poetry: Phạm Tân Dân

Summer, oh, how much regret,
As the youth slips away,
Through the afternoon heat, I wade through the river.

Across the shore,
The wind carries the clouds,
The sun blazes red,
The warmth wraps around like a heavy scarf.

The night comes,
Reaching the jasmine bushes,
Whispering my thoughts,
The plum branch gently brushes my hand.

The pages are filled,
With dreams and morning dew,
I’ll hold it for you,
Wait and see.

The new moon,
Lights up the garden,
The tongue tip brushes my thoughts,
Words seem stuck, but I speak them anyhow.

Cuội laughs,
Hastily he bends down to play,
Ha ha, they harmonize,
The cicadas join in the chorus of the night.

Oh, Cicada!

Poetry: Phạm Thị Hồng Thu

You live up high in the trees,
How hard it was to find you,
You hide so well,
We are even more curious now.

You're tiny, with a big belly,
Yet you make such a loud sound,
Your strength is immense,
Chirping throughout the summer long.

The more you persist,
The more summer buzzes with life,
Such a unique symphony,
You offer it to the world.

You’re everywhere,
Spreading joy in every corner,
Without you, summer would feel wrong,
We love you so much, oh cicada!

Summer, Remembering the Past

Poetry: Nguyễn Hồng Linh

The old school remains, but where are the people?
Summer comes, summer goes, leaving sorrow behind.
Whose white shirt shines so brightly,
As purple skies weep in the evening, recalling deep affection.

The old summer, full of love, hand in hand,
Sticking together, not wanting to part.
The phoenix flowers fall on the empty steps,
While the cicada mourns, bidding farewell with a heavy heart.

Picking up a bundle of phoenix flowers, I remember the past,
After school, you were always there to greet me.
The color of the flowers lingers, filled with nostalgia,
As I walk alone down the quiet streets at noon.

The white shirt from long ago has faded into the past,
Countless summers have passed, and hair has turned gray.
Oh, phoenix flower! Where are you now?
Oh, love! I’ll wait for you in the next life.

Sad Lullaby

Author: Thành Tâm

The end of summer is here, with the cicadas’ calls fading away,
Clusters of phoenix flowers flicker and sway.
In the distance, a lullaby echoes,
A young mother hums in the scorching midday heat.

Why did you marry so young,
To now cradle a child in your arms?
Gone are the days of sweet dreams,
Where is the carefree time of playful quarrels?

Where can I find the golden days of the past,
The bustling steps leading to the joy of togetherness?
Where are the wild dreams of youth,
The passionate love that carried us so far?

I blame you for marrying too soon,
Leaving me lost in a melody of longing.
Now, I’ll say goodbye to summer and wait for autumn,
As someone else continues to sing a sad lullaby for the season.

The Cicadas Are Gone

Author: Nguyễn Minh Triết

The sound of the cicadas hums,
In the midday sun, burning hot.
Another summer has passed,
Leaving behind endless memories.

The cicadas signal the arrival of summer,
The schoolyard fills with red phoenix flowers.
My heart beats faster,
Excitement builds as the final exams draw near.

The cicadas play a song of farewell,
The lilac flowers bloom in full glory.
A deep sadness fills my soul,
As the summer comes to an end, and we part ways.

The cicadas sing their mournful tune,
The path is lined with blooming phoenix flowers.
We laugh and dream together,
Building a future full of happiness.

Then, the paths diverge,
Each of us going our separate ways.
Life rushes forward,
And time passes by indifferently.

Another summer has arrived,
But we have become strangers.
No more do I hear the constant hum
Of the cicadas from years gone by.

Vẫn tiếng ve ngân

Thơ: Đào Mạnh Thạnh

Vẫn là rộn rã Ve ngân
Mà sao vọng mãi trong ngần tuổi thơ
Một thời áo trắng mộng mơ
Sân trường màu nắng em vờ đánh rơi

Để vương bao nỗi chơi vơi
Rồi thương nhớ đọng một thời trắng trong
Mang theo bao giấc mơ hồng
Chùm hoa phượng đỏ ngóng trông bóng hình

Ve ơi sao chẳng lặng thinh
Cứ rên rỉ mãi để mình nhớ xưa
Màu hoa phượng đỏ như vừa
Bằng lăng tím rụng gió đưa tiếng cười

Yêu sao áo trắng rạng ngời
Để thương nhớ mãi một thời không quên
Lưu dòng kỷ niệm dịu êm
Trên lưng áo vẫn vẹn nguyên nỗi lòng

Để rồi năm tháng chờ mong
Tiếng Ve gọi hạ thỏa lòng khát khao
Bâng khuâng tiếng gió rì rào
Tháng năm vẫn tiếng Ve gào đớn đau...

Cicada Music

Poem: Nguyễn Trường

Softly rising to the blue sky
Spreading far, echoing through cities and villages
The red phoenix breaks into the cicada’s melody
Longing for those joyful summer days.

The cicadas play their tune to the earth and heavens
Buzzing softly, recalling memories of childhood
The sweet sound lingers in the air
Beloved homeland, a dream on a summer afternoon.

The rhythm of the cicadas echoes across the countryside
Where my father fought, defending the land
Night and day, protecting our home
CICADAS SING, GUNS ROAR IN TRIUMPH!

The harvest comes, and golden rice fields bloom
Through all seasons, my father brings the harvest home
Straw scattered across the dike
Dry grains, taxes paid, as the cicadas sing in celebration.

My father plows with steady hands, creating straight rows
Turning the soil as the land bakes under the sun
The crack of the whip guides the furrows
His quick steps follow the deep plow lines.

The cicadas have been singing for so long
As summer arrives, their call grows louder
My father works tirelessly from dawn
To see me grow strong, to remember his sacrifice!

The Sound of Cicadas Lulling

Poem: Hong Van

On the branch, the cicadas cry out in sorrow
As the phoenix flowers fall, scattered on the ground
The cicadas' song rings out like a melody
The wind gently carries fallen leaves...

The leaves flutter with every gust of wind...
Listening to the cicadas’ cry, my heart aches...
The old schoolyard, I still remember
Full of memories from days of innocence...

Those innocent days were like blank pages
Where lessons felt heavy, hard to bear
Suddenly joy and sorrow mixed as the bell rang
We parted, and the white uniforms carried a hint of sadness...

The sadness lingered, carried by the scattered petals
Evoking a sense of longing with the cicadas’ song
Is it because summer has arrived, and the cicadas weep?
Or is it the sorrow of the fallen flowers?

The flowers fall with the wind’s gusts
The cicadas’ song whines, stirring deep feelings
Where are the white clouds flying, scattered in the sky?
The yellowing leaves still fall, softly and endlessly...

Cicadas and Childhood

Poem: Nguyen Dinh Hung

The cicada, small yet wise,
Digs a hole beneath the earth, hiding away
Waiting for the summer sun to rise
As the sky falls asleep, it climbs the tree.

I remember my innocent preschool days
When my father would make me tie it up for him
Pressing my ear to the ground with a thud
Asking the cicada to sing so I could listen.

Growing up, the tears were gone
Gave the phoenix tree its bark, for cicadas so many times
Roasted cicadas with my close friends
Preserved their bodies in notebooks to show off when needed.

Then came the age of blossoming love
Listening to cicadas play music, I fell for the red phoenix
For someone in a white dress with rosy cheeks
The final farewell of the school year left my heart adrift.

Many years later, the memories still shine bright
The cicadas' wings carried the entire sky of childhood./.

The Sound of Cicadas in Summer!

Poem: Hoa Le

Summer has arrived, the sun shining brightly on the schoolyard
The cicadas sing their loud, shrill tunes
The phoenix flowers color the path in bright red
The birds return as the fruit ripens, bringing fragrance to the air.

Summer has arrived, and soon we must say goodbye to the season of love
The pages of our yearbooks remain unfinished as we part ways
Who will continue on, and who will say farewell to their books?
The pages of our youth are soaked with innocent tears.

Gone are the days of your white dress fluttering in the wind
The road is narrow, yet the sky feels endless
The emotions of farewell weigh heavy on the heart
The cicadas’ song echoes, as we must part once again.

Where can we find the days of youth on the winding roads of life?
The days of being a girl, so full of poetry and grace
Reluctantly, we bid farewell to those cherished moments
Our hearts burn with the ache of it all...
Oh, how we long for the sound of the cicadas!

Calling Summer

Poem: Ngo Ba Loc

The petals of the Phoenix flowers shine in the sunlight
The wind whispers the mournful song of cicadas.
The summer heat is intense and undeniable
The students' notebooks have become yellowed with time.

The pages of my diary are filled with purple ink.
A love letter carefully hidden from those innocent days.
Time cannot erase these memories
As summer returns, the girl moves further away from him.

Life sweeps us forward with its harsh winds.
Even the youthful head now carries strands of gray.
The cicadas' cry stirs a deep, indescribable longing
As the petals fall, the moment seems to freeze in shock.

The midday heat makes me wish time could turn back.
The cicadas' chorus reminds me of childhood dreams.
The Phoenix flowers press their petals against my white shirt, still full of innocence.
Oh, time, will you wait for us?