Top 20 Beautiful Poems for International Labor Day, May 1st

Poem by: Nguyễn Thị Khánh Hà

Where there are reflective vests
That's where the environment shines the brightest
With every step I take on the road
The park blooms, whispering love

There you are, morning and night
The streets are clean and refreshing, enchanting all who pass
Chirping birds and blooming flowers
Your effort makes the world cleaner
You are the sanitation worker
Radiating brilliance like an angel among us
You're beautiful, fresh, and glowing
A clean environment, loved by everyone.

Poem by: Nguyễn Đình Cường

Happiness is not far away
I hold the plow while you hold the gun
Teachers passionately teach from the podium
Sanitation workers sweep the streets with clean hands

Many patients are in the hospital
The doctor provides care, shining as a role model
So many tasks in the world
Turning the earth, shaping the future

The laborers – their contributions repay
As society progresses, it shines brighter each day.

April 30, 2020

Poem by: Nguyễn Thị Hồng Hạnh

'Rise up, the oppressed slaves'
This cry has echoed through the ages
The working class unites
To reclaim the days of prosperity and peace.

Celebrating the nation's freedom and independence
Celebrating the workers' traditional day
The hardworking Vietnamese laborers
Innovative and creative, contributing to the nation's growth.

The immortal spirit of International Labor Day
Built by millions of enslaved people
With unwavering faith, we march forward
The working class lays the foundation for freedom.

April 30, 2020

Poem by: Phạm Thị Hồng Thu

You've earned your retirement age
But still, every day you endure the heat and rain
Relentlessly working, never free from worry
For your husband, children, and parents, you carry their burdens.

Like a weary bird at dawn and dusk
Your sweat stains your clothes, exhausted... why keep going?
As long as you're breathing, you must push forward
If only you could rid yourself of the weight of sorrow.

Born into poverty
Your only hope is that your children won’t follow your path
That they will study, strive, and survive
Even in hardship, you'll ensure their well-being.

I feel compassion for your fragile frame
But will your children understand the burdens of their aging mother?

Poem by: Duy Hạnh Trần

My first day at the factory
I was amazed by the industrial rhythm
The materials moved along the conveyor belt
Through many processes, they became finished products.

The kiln blazed with warmth
Protective gear covered me from head to toe
My clothes soaked in sweat
But the workers' camaraderie was always friendly.

With advanced technology investments
Machines gradually replace manual labor
Productivity and quality rise every day
And the workers' spirits are high during breaks.

We workers... have nothing to worry about
Our rights are protected by the Union
Incentives, bonuses... all our fatigue disappears
Evenings are filled with the sounds of songs at the cultural event.

Summer vacations help us recharge
Regular health check-ups, minimal illness
Sports competitions full of vibrant colors
The spirit of competition shines brighter than ever.

The factory union is second to none
It takes care of all the workers' needs
The factory's good reputation spreads far and wide
Many are eager to apply for jobs here.

Now, my skills are firm and strong
I’ve signed up for the year-end promotion exam
Everyone is welcome to visit
My factory is evolving and thriving.

April 29, 2020

Poem by: Hương Giang

In the night, the city lights dimmed
Has mother returned to the warmth of our home?
Every patch on her bent back, walking slowly in the rain
Tugs at the hearts of those who witness her struggle.

Late at night, she quietly walks alone
Carrying a tray of various snacks to sell
Candies, malt, and red and green candy balls, like marbles
She is like a child, lost and seeking refuge, without parents or a home.

The rain soaks through the fabric of her life
As the cold breeze creeps through the door
The streets empty, no vehicles pass by
Why does mother hesitate to return
To her cherished corner, her safe place?

Questions linger, adding to my worry
Approaching her softly, I hear a tearful response
- I have no home, no family left, my child.

She feels sorrow for the children still suffering out there
Each day, wandering like she did
Her frail body has little left to give
But she does what she can, to ease the hunger.

The city's lights seem to fade away
The salty tears sting my lips
Her shoulders heavy, her bare feet struggling through the rain
Mother carries her burdens, and the dreams of her child.

Poem by: Hải Tiến Đỗ

I quietly watch the shadow
Imprinted on the road
The winter sun casts a gentle glow
Though the body is weary from its travels.

I quietly watch the shadow
As the wheels roll along
A gust of wind tries to stop its path
Dreaming of a distant place.

I quietly watch the shadow
It follows me wherever I go
It stretches as I walk
In innocence, yet wise beyond its years.

I quietly watch the shadow
Each morning, long and round
It hides and reappears
In the hustle of daily life.

I quietly watch the shadow
Through endless joy and sorrow
It never grows angry
It follows, dancing in the sunlight.

I quietly watch the shadow
Feeling a pang of sadness
As winter arrives, it lingers
Bringing back memories.

I quietly watch the shadow
As questions swirl in my mind
I wonder if the sky sees it too
As I gaze at... the Shadow.

April 29, 2020

Poem by: Trương Tuý Anh

The sunset paints the sky with fiery hues
The boats return, laden with fish from the day’s toil
The next morning, the sunrise peeks
As we set sail together, a pair amidst the waves.

The deep sea blends with the sweat of our brows
Husband’s love, wife’s devotion, hearts bound together
The sea roars as the waves crash high
They toss our small boat, rocking it across the rough waters.

Our love endures, steadfast and true
Like the waves, forever embracing the green rocks.

February 7, 2020.

Poem by: Đinh Thị Hiển

Labor is a source of joy
Why fear it? Should we be afraid of such times?
In life, we long for lasting health
To create wealth and build a happy home.

But laziness, my friend, will never suffice
How will you nourish yourself, if idle you remain?
Living off others, a life of shame
In society’s eyes, there’s no joy in that way.

Today we stand proud, knowing our rights
Freely we labor, empowered with might
Years of struggle, we’ve gained so much
The world recognizes this day, this achievement.

Now we hold our rights in hand
The law protects us, and we rejoice
Labor with passion, everyone do your part
For the benefit of ourselves and the nation... What joy could be greater?

Author: Dương Quốc Nam

Labor transforms people, it nurtures growth,
While idleness leads to a dry, barren life.
Embrace work, its meaning spreads far,
The joy of labor brings love and warmth to the world.

Wishing all workers around the world,
May unemployment be pushed away, replaced by bright smiles.
With diligence and creativity shining bright,
May your lives be filled with happiness and peace.

The clink, clink
Every evening, beside the garbage truck
It has become as familiar as a soothing lullaby.

The green uniform
Every evening, swift hands working
The sound of the bamboo broom rustles once more.

The street sweeper
Every evening, covered up, hidden from view
Only the dance beside the familiar melody is seen.

The streets
Every evening, becoming clean and polished
Unaware, it is thanks to the hard work of the street sweeper.

The sun or rain
Every evening, never changing
Soaked in green, time drips away like drops of water.

The first of May
Still the evening comes, with busy crowds chatting
She stands alone, with her familiar green
Beside the truck... the clinking symphony.

Hải Lộc, April 29, 2020

Poem by: Lan Vương

The fragrance of the grass fills the air
I am a farmer, living a peaceful life
The morning dawns with a wide-brimmed hat
Sunlight falls in golden streams, catching the eye.

Under the midday sun, my hands work swiftly
The herons guide the breeze, swaying at the horizon
A sweet melody of love fills the air
In the warm sunlight, my eyes sparkle with joy.

The scent of rice ripens in the fields
As I sweat, the salt of the earth is within me
The land stretches wide, endless and free
With rain or shine, I carry the rhythm of life in song.

The moonlight dances in the night
I am your sweet farmer girl, always by your side.

April 28, 2020

Poem by: Hải Tiến Đỗ

He is a simple man
His gaze sincere, filled with poetic depth
Oh, how beautiful it is through each picture
Deeply sending love from his homeland.

Unexpectedly meeting him, without appointment
Memories flood back, touching someone's heart
Fate is like that, it’s not wrong
So naturally, if we meet again tomorrow.

At first, were we even shy?
Destiny decided we would be friends
In that place, so pure
Peaceful as a forgotten memory.

April 29, 2020

Poem by: NGA LÊ

The whips crack down on the backs of the oppressed
My life demands to be crushed with pain
Masters sit on their high thrones above us
While workers endure injustice and oppression.

Droplets of sweat, shackles of violence
Imprisoned lives dare not dream of a distant future
The harsh sun, the biting cold
Drain our strength, yet we remain hungry and poor.

Skin drawn tight over bones, eyes weary with fatigue
Fear grips my life, as I struggle for justice
While the world belongs to the greedy, the corrupt
Devouring the lives of the helpless and downtrodden.

We cannot continue bowing in servitude
Rise up with me, take back the power
Under the banner of truth, Marxism-Leninism
Lighting the way to a future of happiness.

Though sacrifice is required, we will not retreat
This is the final battle, the last stand
Overthrowing tyranny, ending injustice
Uniting the world, marching forward together.

Let humanity break free from oppression
Let our voices echo throughout the earth and sky
In May, when the Red Phoenix blooms, my love
We will embrace the dawn of International Workers' Day.

April 29, 2020.

Poem by: Nguyễn Ruyến

Today, you see an 8-hour workday
It's as natural as the air we breathe
It's just a part of life, nothing more
Without knowing the blood that was spilled...

Between the poor workers and the rich bosses
Exploitation continues without mercy
The workers toil, no matter how long
Capitalism isn't exploitation, they claim.

Flipping through history, 134 years ago
Many workers gave their lives
To fight for the right to live as humans
To earn the rest they deserve after work.

Chicago, a city in America
Where workers spoke out, raising their voices
It sparked a struggle for unity
To unite the working class across five continents.

The struggle for peace, freedom, and compassion
Gave birth to May 1st
A golden milestone for world civilization
The day we honor the workers...

Ninh Bình, April 30, 2020

Poem by: Hoàng Minh Tuấn

The first night I worked the third shift,
Though exhausted from staying awake,
My heart was filled with a joy so alive,
What strength carried me through the third shift!

As the night deepens and the chill touches my skin,
I walk alone along a narrow path,
The wind stirs the yellow leaves, floating gracefully,
Heading back, I find my way to the third shift!

The machine hums like a love song,
Syncing with the rhythm of life,
As a student living off my scholarship,
Everything I can save from my meals goes a long way!

Oh, how I cherish the third shift,
I understand its worth through and through,
Aside from the work, there's something more,
Extra money earned from those long nights!

No matter the laughter, criticism, or scorn,
No matter what they say about the hardships of the third shift,
No matter the long sleepless nights,
I remain dedicated to the third shift journey!

Each night, I add another hour of work,
And at the end of the week, more money earned,
At the end of the month, I wonder where it all goes,
But no matter what, let's keep going, fatigue can't stop us!

As the night ends, so does the weariness,
And the day comes, spending freely,
Fresh vegetables, fruits, and meats from the market,
All bought for the next shift's meal!

If ever sick or exhausted, lying down,
The money from the night covers the medicine,
So come along, don't miss the third shift,
If you're ever out of money, remember the third shift!

Oh, the third shift... how it fills my heart with joy!

Sofia, Bulgaria, August 1984

Poem by: Đặng Ngọc Vượng

The human mind and hands labor with boundless nature,
Creating wealth from raw materials,
Manifested in coins and notes,
Yet it’s not money, but love for people that defines us.
Love for labor, not for gold,
Like the girl at the bank,
Like those who move money,
Balancing wealth across the land.
Years pass as she dedicates herself,
The girl from the bank misses her lover,
Choosing wealth over love,
To make riches that build prosperity for all.
She misses a sunset, so others may enjoy it.
Her youthful energy is spent in the rush of life,
As the country rebuilds after war.
She dreams of him, though she’s lost in the daily grind,
Not the spoiled daughter of the rich,
But someone who truly understands the value of hard work.
Money gives birth to more money, it rings with power,
Through her work with the bank,
She pens a few lines, dedicating them to her love,
Wishing her beautiful dream girl all the best.

In 1986

Poem by: Hoàng Minh Tuấn

Life has always been full of troubles,
Wealth and poverty are not simply matters of luck.
Having gold doesn’t make you a big shot,
And being poor doesn’t make you weak.
Only through hard work and effort can success be achieved,
Leisure and laziness never lead to success.
Even the high and mighty must labor,
It’s through effort that wealth is earned.

Hanoi, 28/12/2019

Poem by: Trần Lộc

Month after month, not a single day off,
I only stop by home to catch a quick break.
How I admire the medical field, it was my choice,
So difficult...sitting in a chair for a quick nap.

Flashing lights - the sirens in the dead of night,
Hastily putting on the headset.
Wailing pain...agonizing cries
Of patients arriving during my shift.

Compassion chases away all frustration,
Saving lives brings endless joy.
The joy of healing, holding back tears of happiness,
Parting ways with patients who are healed.

In the face of life and death, I don’t wait for orders,
But my conscience and the lives of others drive me.
Always ready, always wearing a smile,
Motherly love, the essence of this noble profession.

My heart aches for you - the days of joy are far away,
Because illness doesn't wait for anyone.
The profession I chose...fighting for life every day,
And every morning I wake up, I fall deeper in love with it.

Hải Lộc, 29/4/2020

Poem by: Lan Vương

A blossom
Simple amidst life,
A white blouse
Radiant with the essence of spring.
Its fragrance
Untainted by the dust of the world,
Sent to the earth, Mother’s call,
The sound of life reverberates.

So humble,
So pure,
Nurturing the sap of life,
Overflowing with love.
Through rain and shine,
Through harsh trials,
The beauty remains,
Enchanting all who see it.

31/3/2020