Top 20 Beautiful Poems Welcoming Summer

Poem by: Hoàng Hôn Tím

The phoenix calls for summer in May, promising a change of season
The cicadas play a gentle tune, forgetting the melody
You still ask why the heart feels restless
The keys let go of sadness, drifting through the fading afternoon

Let's promise to part at tomorrow's dusk
The days of carefree school adventures are no more
The crimson phoenix branches light up with love
A touch of passion, the age of youthful dreams

The drum has ended, no need to wait for the hour
The flowers inquire about the old poem
You swore when the warmth of love was brewing
Still silently loving, it hasn't faded, has it, my dear?

HHT 6.5.2020

Poem by Trịnh Thanh Hằng

Is it you, the golden summer setting the fire
Who carelessly lets it drift across the sky
The evening clouds touch, lulling the breeze to sway
Hearing the hurried fall of rain, quickly passing by

Is it you, the golden summer rushing ahead
Carrying the long wait as spring begins to fade
Suddenly swaying in a corner of the street, startled
The purple Bauhinia awakens with a sudden burst

Is it you, the golden summer, true and pure
Innocent like youth just turning twenty
The wind blows your hair, embracing the sky and sea
Your white dress wraps around the longing of memories

Is it you, the golden summer, entwined in fate
Casting a spell on the red fruit, burning with desire
Hearing a distant, whispered thought
Someone still waits for the evening's dimming twilight

Is it you, the golden summer, sweet and intoxicating
Without honey, yet the world is intoxicated
The warmth melts, flowing through the last moments of spring
You never promised, but summer's golden touch reached the doorstep

Poem by Na Ty

May arrives, and countless petals of Phoenix flowers fall
Gazing absentmindedly, slow steps in a void
How could we ever forget the memories
Listening to the green days, a knot tightening in my heart.

The sound of cicadas, I search in confusion
Hidden within the leaves, the gentle rustling is so peaceful
Bringing back fond memories, strange and stirring
The heart flutters, thoughts tangled in disarray.

My footsteps heavy and uncertain
Through the years, my beloved, you are forever far away
Gone are the innocent days of foolish love
Now, I am left with longing, aching for you.

Summer returns, and I am filled with nostalgia
Who knows what is lost in this impermanent world
Are my friends still here, all present?
To witness the Phoenix flowers blooming in red hues.

Poem by Nghĩa Trần

Summer paints endless fields
Full of bright sunlight, the dry golden blaze
The streets sizzling, with the smell of resin melting
The thirsty river yearning for the mother's milk of rain.

Relentlessly watering the flowers, reluctant to bloom
Abandoned fields, the cows long for the scent of the land
Feeling sorry for the storks searching for fish along the riverbanks
They chase shadows in vain, lost in sadness.

The Phoenix flowers glow bright red, welcoming summer
The bodies of cicadas lie on leaves, sunbathing
The wind touches the sky, brushing against the hair
The clouds gather, but the mist still lacks the water it needs.

Seeking the sea’s tears, a bet on love
The waves carelessly sweep across, claiming both shores
The evening sunset spreads a purple hue across the soul
A longing for the rainy summer, a wistful, unspoken desire.

Summer burns through the simple forest of leaves
The mountain waits for rain, tilting its fragile form
March arrives, sighing with the passing clouds
Yearning for a day of rain, a chance to soak in it...

Poem by Phùng Thanh Huyền

A sudden downpour visits
Leaving droplets on your dress
Overflowing with familiar memories
Soiling the heart with the summer's touch.

Is there a rain so strange
Pouring down the memories of the past
Loneliness fills the street, the fallen leaves
Beside the phoenix tree, its red petals fall.

The rain clears the mist
Breaking open the memories of May
The soft pitter-patter in the blue evening
Flowing endlessly with regret.

In the midst of the solitary summer rain
There is a nervous hand reaching out
A gaze that seems distant and far
Old words remain unspoken.

The summer evening turns the sky pale
Hanoi is filled with longing
Lightning splits the heart, causing unrest
The sky is overwhelmed by the pouring rain...

PTH (April 24, 2019)

Poem by Phan Huy Hùng

The bird's song cuts through the leaves
Excitedly calling to the flowers of the day
The air blooms with the summer's arrival
Restlessly, the trees hold their ground.

People walk with hands gently clasped
Smiles as fresh as the morning dew
Someone's hair dances in the cool breeze
The chest rises and falls with a steady breath.

The child joyfully dances with the elder
The park is alive with the laughter of children
A couple whispers sweet nothings
As the sunlight wraps around their shoulders.

I sit and converse with the tree's roots
Your age, how old are you, I wonder
The scar on your bark speaks of stories
A century of highs and lows in life's journey.

The bird's call rises and falls
Measuring the heart's pulse through the summer
Time slips by so quickly
And I reach out to grasp a smile...

Poem by Hoàng Trọng Lợi

The Phoenix returns, setting the streets on fire
Adding a drop of sunshine, leading us into summer
Your cheeks flushed with shades of red
Echoing memories of cicadas calling and waiting.

Longing hearts suddenly feel naïve
I wish to cherish every moment together
With love carved deeply into time
In a flurry, I send you words of love, forever true.

The color purple remains, unchanged throughout life
Years pass, yet devotion stays constant
Dreams of reunion and moments to share
The river hums, promising joy for both of us.

This poem is sent to a distant place
To the girl with a heart as pure as white
The Phoenix’s red brings memories of longing
And the purple hues carry all my love through the years.

09 05 2020

Poem by Hồ Viết Bình

The breeze carries the faint scent of lotus
The vibrant purple flowers announce the arrival of summer
Your springtime love still lingers in your heart
As the sun stirs the melancholy call of the cicadas.

The sun adorns the phoenix flowers on your head
A kite soars high in the blue sky
With grace, you walk beside me
The sunlight cuts through, casting a shadow between us.

I gaze at the trees, the grass, the earth, and the sky
Feeling my heart stir with old feelings from the past
I wish for the rain to come
To spread my old hands wide enough to shelter you.

Poem by An Giang Bùi

Summer has returned, I miss you so much
I remember the afternoons on the old Cổ Ngư road, long gone
On the familiar road, the sunlight fills the ground
We hold hands and stroll beside the lake.

The gentle breeze dances with the willow branches
Reflecting in the calm lake, ripples form
The waterfowl raise their heads, listening
A melody of the evening floats from a small café nearby.

The summer sun brings back delightful memories
I long to gather the moments of the past
When we were together, reliving the joy
Each day we walked beside West Lake.

Summer is here, I miss you so much...

Poem by Trần Tuyết Tuyết

Summer arrives, stirring the heart
Along with the fiery red phoenix flowers
Who do I remember from that afternoon?
You gave me words full of love.

Wish I were the afternoon breeze
Carrying a passionate love
Sending it to you over there
With sweet kisses.

I send you my trembling love
A heart filled with longing
No matter the stormy days
My desire remains, full of life.

Like the warm, intoxicating scent of love
As sweet as each verse of poetry
Oh my love... I dream of you!

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The red phoenix flowers line the old road
The purple forget-me-nots on the familiar street
How can I express the longing?
The summer is back, igniting the flame.

So many feelings I hold inside
I still dream, just a little longer
My heart beats with excitement
Under this sky of dreams.

How could you forget
The first kiss you gave me?
Our lips met, sweet and tender
The passion surged like waves.

As summer returns, I wait again
For your figure at the edge of the sunset
Your hair blowing in the breeze
And our souls, drunk on love, reunited.

Poem by Nguyễn Văn Ruyến

God temporarily hides Spring
Then commands Summer to quickly carry the sun
Let the Phoenix flowers indulge in their splendor
The purple forget-me-nots proudly display their colors.

The summer wind soon sweeps in
The hot pavement sighs, calling for relief
Sympathizing with the green grasses by the dike
Struggling to hold onto their color, offering their love to others.

Let the river gently flow
Both shores still whisper the old vow
There will be a heavy downpour soon
The poem hat won’t have time to shield her.

There will be the waves of the sea meeting and parting
Kissing the smooth white sands, leaving their footprints
So someone can whisper to the sea... unsure, surprised.

This year, Summer comes gently
Because Covid still lingers
Even though the pretty bamboo bushes
Continue to reach for the green, decorating the village with grace...

Ninh Bình, 05.05.2020

Poem by Hải Tiến Đỗ

Oh, hey! Summer has arrived
The red Phoenix flowers flicker in the breeze
The purple forget-me-nots hurriedly bloom
My sister strikes a pose, causing Summer to feel jealous.

The cicadas chirp in discord
The cuckoo birds long whistle, fighting for a chance to sing
The petals swirl and fly in all directions
The sweet-scented flowers mix with the sidewalk.

Summer arrives like a colorful painting
The children eagerly sing summer songs
The golden sunlight spreads everywhere
Memories full of joy, shared between students and teachers.

How many memories we leave behind
Summer arrives as we count the steps along with the clouds and winds
On my lips, you, my friend, smile
Saying goodbye to Spring, welcoming Summer, and saying... thank you.

2/5/2020

Poem by Nguyễn Thị Hồng Hạnh

Under the velvet night, so smooth
The moonlight glistens, shining with countless stars.
The cuckoo remembers the summer, greeting it
As the new season arrives, the golden sunlight buzzes.

Calling the cool breeze to come along
Summer comes, with Phoenix flowers blooming and cicadas singing.
The lilac blossoms still bloom by the house
The walls are marked with the moon’s shadow, flowers intertwined.

The red Phoenix fire has been lit
Pomegranate adds its bright red hue to the rural land
The fireflies return, flickering
Flashing like lightning, summoning the summer rain.

The purple flowers bloom all over the sky
The purple pride flowers welcome you back to the countryside.
Under the moon, the cuckoo has called for Summer
By the wall, the pomegranate fire glows and the flowers bloom.

20/4/2020

Poem by Nam Bùi

Summer has arrived, do you know?
The cicada changes its clothes, Phoenix flowers in full bloom.
The sunlight proudly displays its bold colors,
The clouds linger at the far end of the sky, still reluctant to leave.

Summer comes, remember the lullaby,
Who brings the flame that sparks a distant flutter?
Who urges the plow, sending greetings,
Inviting the rooster to crow at the break of day?

Summer comes, sorrowful farewells,
The school gate weeps with faded ink on the page.
Turning the pages, remembering,
The graceful slant of a handwriting once beautiful.

Summer comes, and I remind myself
Not to forget the tender moments of innocent love.
Time doesn't wait,
Yet the heart continues to wander, lost in thoughts of morning and evening.

Summer comes, and you weave your dreams,
Crafting flowers of affection, entrancing in their delicate beauty.
I offer you a jar of honey,
Giving you the full bloom of red flowers, drowning in their intoxicating, dreamlike allure!

Poem by Chu Long

Flickering beneath the golden sun,
The Phoenix flowers shimmer, and cicadas hum gently.
The path sways with the embrace of the breeze,
Soft shadows cast by a figure, sweet and light.

The golden light of summer, so delicate,
Shimmers brightly, turning the road red with its glow.
Hidden within the summer’s warmth,
Its fragrance and vibrant hues are felt in the air.

The aroma lingers, subtle and profound –
The essence of summer in full bloom!

Poem by Nguyễn Hồng Linh

With a quiet heart, I gather fallen phoenix petals,
And feel the rush of memories, stirring deep within.
First love, forever lingering,
The path of white uniforms... the school with its passionate embrace.

The cicadas sing the tune of love,
Oh, my dear, how full is our love.
Your figure remains, still here,
While you are far, like the clouds high above the mountains.

The cicadas sing the familiar melody,
I follow the phoenix’s path, dreamily lost in thought.
My notes, written and exchanged,
Under the red phoenix tree, our first love was sealed.

The memories stir from days long past,
Faint dreams of love that once stirred the heart.
Your long hair brushed against your slender back,
Leaving me with memories of dreams that still touch my soul.

That shy kiss, oh so tender,
The first love, so awkward and full of shyness, remains etched in my heart.
With a heavy heart, I recall our separation,
As summer fades, and the phoenix blooms – where have you gone?

The graceful white dress, so sweet,
Your youthful figure, full of innocence and joy.
Your smile, so gentle back then,
Gave me dreams of love, though now they feel so distant.

Pressed in this poem, I capture the phoenix flower,
And hastily offer it to you, unsure yet filled with hope.
After class, I quickly follow your footsteps,
Picking the clusters of phoenix flowers to give to you.

Your soft shoulders, your gentle gaze,
Are forever etched in my heart, longing for the days of youth.
With sorrow, I watch the phoenix fade from the branches,
As our first love, fragile and fleeting, slips away.

Poem: Đào Mạnh Thạnh

The cicadas hum loudly, calling for summer
Evoking nostalgic memories of the rural home
The waterfowl wades along the pond's edge
And the palm trees and bulbul birds sing out in the distance

The heat hums, signaling the arrival of summer
The fields of rice bask in the golden sunlight, heavy with ripening grains
Hark... who is singing on the field
With a melody that stirs the soul and fills the heart with love for home

The river, the water's edge, the pathways
The marshland and grassy shores, bathed in the evening sun
Listening to the sound of the kite in the breeze
The village smokes rise, painting a dreamy twilight

Clusters of red flame flowers await
Carrying love, memories, and dreams of past days
The evening wind blows, and the clouds drift by
As the scent of nostalgia lingers in the heart

A land of pure memories, untouched and bright
The schoolyard, in white uniforms, long gone and missed
Listening to the lullaby from the past
Home awaits in summer, will you return, my friend...

Haiphong: May 13, 2020

Poem: Hoàng Chẩm

How few are those!
When in love, they forget their own past
To become a bride in a foreign land
Still feeling the bitterness of being far away

We know you!
In a world full of storms and chaos
You seem fragile, as if you can't withstand it...

Even though I stand on distant shores
Lost and adrift
I stretch my hands, counting down the moments with time

Pity!
You, halfway through life...
Fading fragrance, becoming a widow
Looking toward the far side of the river...
Grieving the sunset's fading light.

Poem: Hoàng Minh Tuấn

I thought
summer would never leave,
So the sun blazed down, setting the earth on fire,
The clouds suddenly appeared, bringing rain to the streets,
Ending the sweltering heat, my love for the rain grows!

Who made the wind
leave without a word,
Leaving the rain to pause and the red phoenix flowers bloom tonight,
The sunset wraps the sky in a violet glow,
As night calls with its warmth, right here, so near!

Even though I know
tomorrow the sun will shine again,
Let us drink in the essence of life and savor this night,
Where are the clouds that fill the vast sky,
Where are you, that I cannot find the intoxicating bliss?

You missed your appointment,
And now I am in debt,
Promising to return the love tomorrow,
The sun burns the road, leaving memories of purple flowers,
Calling the rain to fill the streets!

The city calls for sunlight
when it needs warmth,
And seeks rain when the sun is too hot to bear,
I love you like the scorching summer sun,
Thirsty for your love, endlessly waiting and longing!

Hanoi, 18/6/2019

Poem: Giọt Mưa Thu

Do you know, when Summer steps into the threshold?
The crimson phoenix flowers seem to whisper of love
The bright purple flowers glow along the streets.
The cicadas play their passionate tune, singing of nostalgia.

Sunbeams stretch across the corner of the street.
The transition of seasons gently lifts each step.
I feel the soft wind, whispering with secrets,
Touching the memories engraved deep within.

The purple petals fall, resting on a slanting shoulder.
At the end of the street, the flowers of sunlight stir wildly.
In a deep, sweet kiss that lingers on the lips.
Each moment...
Clinging to the love of summer... So full of longing...!!!