Top 20 Beautiful Poems by the Poet Nga Vu

When the storms can no longer be seen

do you long for peace in the old house?
Where, for years, I waited for you but still heard nothing
the door of sorrow lets sleep drift away

I honestly count each falling leaf
What promises did you make that the river couldn't carry away?
What promises did you make that the wind brought separation?
Forgetting the gentle words beside the river at dusk

Someone's shadow returns, covering all the loneliness
Heartbroken seasons, excited moments of reunion
I comb my hair, suddenly feel like I'm a wave
There, a little boat floats across the vastness

Do you remember the night that smelled of wild orchids?
The scent of a virgin bride, teary-eyed in the wedding season
Your hair may not be green anymore, but the pink dress remains new
Our hands met in the afternoon, kissing a spring blossom

Do you wish to return to that place again?

She married when winter came
Her mother, eyes red, waited for her daughter in the evening
The winter winds seemed to stretch endlessly
Her shadow was far away, blending with the reeds, trembling

Now, she has forgotten the strangers
He came by the river, heart heavy with sorrow
Plucked a green leaf, suddenly longing for the coming season
She won't return, the waters stretch far and wide again

She whispers to herself, letting go of the hardships
She still has nothing left to remember
Only pity for her mother – the old eyes are blurry – crying for her child so far away
Mother! The wind floods the fields once more

She is with her husband singing her Winter Self-Reflection
Her heart aches for the rising and falling tides, yet the waves still crash endlessly
He presses his lips tight, feeling the storm fill the heart of the old love... and the sorrow

She seems to have reached the end of her journey now!

Tired now, I send the winds back to the sea

I return the kisses, the desolate afternoons
All the love, the bare feet on wild grass
The vastness, soaked by the sunset's tears

Don’t say anything, the wind will still be vast
The sea will still have its waves, and love will remain the same
Still aching, still bitter, and worn out
Tired now, I send the winds far away

Who knows when you’ll realize
I am still the same, but love has changed
The restlessness, the passionate embrace that faded
Return the vastness to the end of the street of impermanence

Have we ever suddenly felt love again
While our hearts grew cold like a late winter afternoon?
Looking at each other, it seemed the storm had swept us away
Breaking the quiet of the evening, somewhere, one last time

Perhaps it’s the white clouds passing by

I left the afternoon behind and went toward the sunset
The empty attic filled with wind from the open door
He’s gone now, and I suddenly feel like crumbling
What separation – barely a word of pain spoken

The trains silently drift apart
The small station, the shadow of someone too fragile
Is that it – the green moss of past days?
The fading evening, marked by forgotten kisses

I follow the seasons, hearing memories swell
In the recollection of the faint yellow of leaves
I gather the winds, pressing into the hurried evening
Unable to let go, unable to say goodbye

Perhaps for him, the days passed unnoticed
I blame myself, so hasty and naive
The pain that connected us so quickly
Now at the end, we are left with nothing but vastness

Perhaps it’s... yes, the winter wind!

It’s not about the anger you sent the wind back to the river

but about setting the afternoon flame to fill your eyes with smoke
those rendezvous now covered in moss like a solar eclipse
stretching wide, as you become the choking afternoon sun

Count how many moments in life were filled with affection
when the depths of the ocean can be measured - yet human hearts remain lost
you tear your life apart for what reason... counting each day
forever haunted, with the wings of the eternal wanderer

We thought ten years would pass - but time, what does it really know?
Giving everything, yet broken more than we imagined
women are troubled
women are selfish
but deep down... they love in return for love

You speak many vows, many promises
I don't remember them, just the warmth of your clumsy hands
holding me tightly and intimately
whispering... You only love me
just this
women, so naive, easily trusting and giving
thus, for a lifetime
forever lost
in the obsession of love

The dry season hasn’t arrived yet, has it?.... I’m still here, combing my hair
the seeds of longing have already ripened in the season
you stumble and fall beneath the rain
then press your face into the puddle of sadness, leaving it behind
I think of nothing, yet why does this ache remain
oh heavens!.... such pain

What are you afraid of?
What harm is there in the storms?
The leaf from long ago still waits, green with hope
I shed my bridal dress, thinking myself a girl
the river bend
that day
faraway rendezvous

I have forgotten..... and that person has faded too
I only pity you
one windy afternoon
waiting for me on the old shore, never imagining that fate had sealed the way
the quiet sighs and silent sounds of the lost river

I already know, ahead there will be storms

Not preparing for the playful, naive children
But for the gentle words that should be said
Why do I remain silent and clutch my hands tightly before you?

Have you ever thought this way
Thinking we had reached the end of the world
That we would share the bitterness, the pains
Needing each other, whether it's sweetness or sourness

Then, in this game of life, there will always be sorrow
There are obstacles, but we thought together, nothing could break us
We thought holding hands meant never getting tired
Only now, letting go, do we realize how fragile it all was

I no longer need you, so even the memories feel unstable
I don't know where to send them when I feel exhausted
I can no longer love you like before... even though it once burned so deeply
I tried till the end, but the distance still grew

I am no longer the person I was before
Those tokens of love—those illusions—are gone
I can't even look into your eyes anymore... all that's left is emptiness
With the wind blowing against us, memories become distant and vague

We’ve broken up, but why does it hurt so much... oh my!
We've turned into strangers now
We thought love would be everything
But truly... when we think about it, it was all just a dream

Sometimes, I feel so lost now...

There is something we can't say to each other
The heart has run dry – was the love once so intense?
Can we really call it a break-up?
How many times have we... been lost in doubt?

There is something that keeps hurting, never healing
Why is it like this... or was it due to youthful folly?
My heart is still pure, yet I feel blameless
Are we still destined, or is life always this unstable?

Spreading out my hand, the lines seem hopelessly tangled
You and I, could it really end like this?
Through all the storms, we shared tears
And yet, we lost our way, letting go in the moment of uncertainty

At the end of this path, why does it hurt so much... oh my!
We still choke on our words, missing the storms we’ve weathered
Every time I look at you, I feel like I’ve always been too late
Even in the melody of love, the keys have been released

Perhaps it is... the rapids we could never cross

I return to autumn, still drowsy

The scent of milk flowers lingers in my dreams
Fragrant as if it was only for a moment, then gone
Which hand caught the wind to feel lost?

Are you still here or have you returned to the realm of memories?
The evening is warm, yet distant as if from a hundred years ago
I am startled, waking up from a deep sleep
The sound of the gecko clicking its tongue, telling stories from afar

Could it be that the old season has passed?
And the leaf is angry, turning too yellow
The small window opens to a strange sky
Suddenly, I realize I’m already lost in the distance

Maybe that’s why the brown cracks are so sorrowful on the red tiles
And the moss waits for the green to return but divides us
Perhaps that’s why the scent lingers, faint
Where has the milk flower gone... the old season picking up its faded fragments?

Coming home, I hear the wind by the river
Oh, mother’s call echoes across the fields at noon
The sunlight flows over the sparse leaves
Each drop of dew seems to have just fallen

Father has been away for so long, far beyond the sky
Someone’s shadow bends, filled with longing
Mother worries about the rice crops in the dew
Worries about the harvest time – at the end of the road, hardships abound

The humble kitchen dreams of reunion
Mother listens to the warm straw by the house’s threshold
Outside, the mustard flowers have turned yellow
A traveler’s footsteps are blurred by the rain

Mother, the moon is just beginning to set
Has our house been locked? Oh, I’ve come home
Mother smiles, warming the entire river of memories
My eyes well up with tears – the homeland’s shadow follows me

Mother, the wind blows behind the hill...

The child returns, searching for the dreams of the past

Beside the old yard, the scent of straw still lingers
The stork flies in sorrow
Counting the grains of rice buried, waiting for rain

Father still carries the noon sun
Welcoming the late breeze that has just passed by
A shadow casts lonely on the path
A pair of baskets waits for the evening ferry

The village road is empty, no kites in sight
Childhood hides among a thousand fond memories
Barefoot, counting the steps toward reunion
Suddenly hearing echoes from the distant past

This afternoon, a cold wind blows
I hear the cranes’ call from a century ago
It’s just a dream, a slumber
Yet, I hear the distant sounds of the past

Mother, are you awake yet?

There are so many things I wish to say to you, Father
The earth cracks in pain, yet sprouts new green leaves
You step on the buffalo's path with strange feet
Bending down under the heat, working the fields at noon

There are many things I cannot express
Tears sting my eyes, burning under the summer heat
Your frail shoulders bear unfinished burdens
The rice has sprouted, but the plants remain fragile

There are things I didn’t realize in time
My hair has turned white, like the fury of a storm
I hide in my heart, once tasting the bitterness of loving words
But you are no longer here, and I remain clueless

There are things, Father, that I carry with me now
Wishing to throw all foolish thoughts into the mist
Wanting to scream why life is so bitter and cruel
Only after losing you do I feel true loneliness

There are things, Father, it’s too late now, isn’t it?

The old street is still sad

Like the time when we walked there
The fading afternoon sun sketches time in the breeze
The night stretches endlessly, sighing as though
It knows someone is far away
The promise carried by the evening bird's wings

The street is lost in a lonely, quiet sleep
Sometimes, I startle
Realizing how empty life feels
The small attic sways with the afternoon chill
A dream shattered by the shadows of the gardenia flowers

Could it be that the old street is once again fading
Endlessly clinging to the memory of the bright red coral trees
The scent of sunlight still lingers
The silent hill in the afternoon
Regretfully withered... yes, the seasons have changed

The street gently stirs up memories of the past
I pause... suddenly realizing how faded I've become

The sunlight dances in the breeze, carrying the heavy scent of summer,
The old flame of the flamboyant tree burns brightly as we part ways.
Memories double in their weight, faintly glimpsing the shadows of separation,
A white chalk suddenly feels lost and alone.

Whose white shirt flutters so pure, under the sky gazing in anticipation,
The familiar path now unfamiliar with moss and age,
Does the day of farewell still remain?
The old notebook rests silently, the red flamboyant flowers now still.

Years have passed, and the school roof has faded,
It seems moss has covered the entire sky,
Does the sun still remember? Does nostalgia linger,
The sound of cicadas sorrowfully marking the end of summer!

I turn back for a moment, feeling uncertain,
That farewell summer seems so far away.
If one day, the cicadas’ song fills the air,
And the flamboyant flowers glow red once more,

That will be the time to swim against the current of the past,
To realize how much I miss a season of joy.

Oh, my summer! Full of bittersweet memories,
Please, pause and do not linger,
I will return,
To the old skies where the golden sunlight first shone
To hear life quieting down as it fades away!

Mom, the day you left
wearing the new bride's dress—what was there to worry about?
Only grandma with a persistent cough
as winter's chill wrapped around her fragile frame

You left on a day full of clouds
I still hold onto the blanket that smells of love
Outside, firecrackers filled the streets
you smiled, I cried, and grandma silently mourned

Now the rain falls gently again
the old cough lingers, quietly passing by
Grandma’s hair has turned grey with time
I’ve grown, but the pain still remains

Mom, since the day we parted
have you ever remembered the color of goodbye?
What’s around you now?
Have you forgotten it all and left... without returning!

In the past, the rain flooded the river
I stretched out my hands to catch the storm
you wore a pink dress in winter
and I stood alone, far away from you

Mom, I can never forget you

Don’t let your longing fall into the night

The old spaces are vast, filled with the breeze
The train has lit up at the station, now empty
The whistle fades into the silence of the mist

Perhaps the one who left still lingers
that’s why the road back feels so endless
The night wraps itself in stories untold
vast and uncertain, suddenly empty

In a moment, a thousand memories stay forever
the echoes of a broken dream linger on
Well, the night remains the same
just a bit of longing, slowly fading away

Mom, I miss you
has the winter come so soon?
Nine seasons of mustard flowers bloom
it feels just like yesterday

Nine seasons of the river flowing upstream
Nine seasons of excitement fading away
Nine seasons of white orchids blooming
why does everything still feel so unstable?

Mom, the house is full of wind
the night is still endless
I am already old, dear Mom
and now, I am not married

Could it be that life's trials
have hidden the road to my youth?
Where do the clouds touch, I wonder?
and why is life so fleeting?

Maybe it's just that I suddenly thought
it's because of the many lines in my hand
every road is tangled
and that’s why life feels so uncertain

Now, I am all alone
Can I cry, Mom?
Just once, please
I feel my heart aching

December calls to the winds that bring in the spring
Mother saves the sunshine for the festival's arrival
The yellow mustard field - forever golden, yet endlessly confused
The river halts, as if awaiting the breeze to return

Finally, December arrives, dear Mother!
allowing me to collect the old days from long ago
Mother wraps the cakes by the hearth, where the evening smoke softly whispers, reminding
the wandering soul to hurry and come back home

December is here, but Mother is away
The evening wind seems to remember her
By the windowsill, the old dog freezes, holding its breath
mistaking the past figure for the shadows of the evening clouds!

December is melancholic, and even the wind blows in a disoriented way
I miss Mother, feeling broken and incomplete
So fragile, as if an entire life is full of yearning
Mother, December is back again

I miss you, even in the deepest of my dreams

There was a day when the wind suddenly became vast

The aching longing filled me, leaving me desolate
The sea remains blue, yet my heart is silent
The waves crash against the shore, do they sense the uncertainty?

There was a day I felt unsteady
Each moment of loneliness seeped into my veins
Someone's voice, choked with sorrow, whispered amidst the storm
A sad verse swayed, casting a shadow over the yellow bloom

There was a day, wait, everything seemed to float away
Reaching for the distant past that feels so far
No matter where I go, I still feel like an outsider
Alone - and so, it is - alone... in pain

There was a day we suddenly realized each other
Amidst the chaos, only emptiness surrounds me
I gather memories, burying them in far-off places
Only to find that at the end of the road, the wind... is overwhelmingly vast

Could it be that the waves long to sail away
The tiny bubbles burst, the rain comes too soon this evening
The crow's feet touch the tangled grasslands
What is that strand of hair? Yes, it's a vast white

Could it be that the deep blue clouds turn into a storm
Blowing fiercely, blaming life for its immaturity
Can a grain of sand really be guilty?
Falling into life, drying in the loneliness

Now, here I am - a shadow floating aimlessly
The roads of hardship are worn, yet life's pace never slows
I long for peace, a chance to trade it for
The fading happiness that seems to float away

June is here, and even the rain seems to wander
Calling the wind back, whispering of impossibilities
The sunlight of the past, suddenly filled with melancholy
No matter which direction, the wind howls from afar

Could it be that I have forgotten myself?