Top 20 Beautiful Poems Written About the End of the Year

THE END OF THE YEAR

Poem: Vũ Thắm

It's already the end of the year, do you know?
There’s still the chill of winter’s cold
Outside, spring flowers bloom in scattered bursts
But only poetry warms the heart.

Light sorrow is scattered on the path
I reach out to pluck a forget-me-not
Only a week left until the new year begins
I wonder what thoughts fill your heart?

Gray clouds fill the sky as the day fades away
The night reveals no Milky Way
The Ô Thước bridge soars away with the wind
Leaving a lingering ache in the soul.

As the month ends, where are you at the year's close?
Bringing poetry and music to a sorrowful tune
The flowers have withered, the heart is cold
Do we still remember each other across the distance?

IMPRINTED IN THE SOUL OF A VILLAGE
Nguyễn Đình Cường

At the year’s end, I remain far from my homeland
Forced by life to wander and seek sustenance
The yearning for my village is a constant ache
It is where I was born, and I long to return!

I remember my mother, walking along the dike
The heavy load of vegetables bent her back
She knew the evening meal would be simple
With rice and yams, mostly what we had.

Father always worried, his face deep in thought
Salt prices rose, but he still bought fish sauce
He made sure I had enough clothes and gifts
At Tet, there were still fireworks and flowers...

This spring, my eyes well up with tears
Mother and father have missed many Tet celebrations
The struggles remain, but poverty is no more
Rest easy, my dear, in that place, mother and father!

Thanks to heaven and the harmony of the earth
Now, my children live comfortably
The small boat knows how to sail out to sea
From the depths of my heart, I carry the soul of my village!

20/01/2019
Nguyễn Đình Cường.

BACK IN THE EMBRACE OF LONGING

Poem: Hoàng Như Phượng

You returned on a late-year day

Hanoi's flowers have lulled the streets

The willow branches swaying in the afternoon light

The West Lake's surface gently ripples.

The peach blossoms in soft pink greet the spring

Love blooms and adds more fragrance to the air

The mai flowers sparkle in the northern breeze

Despite the harshness of time, spring remains.

It was here, at this place, that I saw you off

I stood silently... unsure of what to say

Only my eyes, filled with tears, made it clear

Your love and my longing filled my heart.

The past memories seem to linger here

Rushing back to me, filling the emptiness

The clear sky, with the winds fiercely blowing

It felt as though I saw you, your cheeks flushed pink.

The first promise I made, I’ll forever wait for you

Each step I took on Thanh Niên Road, with lingering thoughts

We were together, my love, destined to be

Happiness mixed with tears, both full and fleeting...

HNP - 21/1/2019

THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR

Poem by Cảnh Hưng

On the last afternoon of the year, I hear the grass

Smile as it leans by the lonely shore

The green stone at the alley’s entrance

Wears a coat of moss even more...

The calendar page falls onto the ground

The cold touches the land of old

Winter still lingers across the old streets

Calling sunlight to return within the rain

Dew wraps around the leaves

As spring approaches, preparing to enter

The old Mai tree stirs awake

Weaving golden-colored flowers...

People from the land of sun and wind

Come back to the city, where spring is filled with cold

Their clothes sweep across the wide sky

With the scent of Magnolia flowers in the air...

NCH

WINGS OF THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR
Phan Huy Hùng

As the morning light clears the faces around

The dawn spreads its wings and smiles at me

I sip my coffee, reflecting on life

At 74, I feel the spring's glow embrace me

Remembering the days of rationing and struggle

Where bitter coffee met darkened hours

My body slithered like an eel through the muddy waters

Childhood buried deep in the craters of war...

Who would have guessed this moment would come?

Bright coffee, sunshine wrapping me in its arms

A smile gently opens the dawn

With ease, I spread my wings, and my poetic soul soars!

RETURN TO MOTHER!!!
Poem: Nguyễn Thị Khánh Hà

I'm visiting mother this New Year

The cool breeze of late season blows gently

The dry branches, the leaves swaying

Lonely, just like mother, spending days alone

My heart beats restlessly, as if I know for sure

Like my soul telling me that mother is longing

Mother hides her love deep inside

She understands my burdens, yet can't come back to me

With the New Year arriving, work piles up

But I still hope to return to you, mother

To see your eyes smile once more

All pain fades away, replaced with happiness

In your arms, I tear up

My heart aches with love for you, mother!!!

THE LAST NIGHT OF THE YEAR

Phạm Hồng Giang

Each page of the calendar falls quietly, one by one

A lone dry leaf drifts through the stream of life

The cold night sharpens the fading sorrow

The flow of time drifts with deep contemplation

The year ends, yet the love poem remains unfinished

Waiting for someone to ease the fragile longing

Waves curve along the shore, uncertain

Dew drops sparkle on the wildflowers

The dim light of night fills the air with loneliness

The train station stands in sorrow, marking the moment of parting

The one who stays lingers, seeing the one who leaves off

A whispered message carried by the wind

A long shadow stretches across the foggy path

Words of love left unspoken, concealed in silence

Tears well up at the corner of the eyes, bittersweet

Hands clasped tightly, full of longing

The train station, lonely on this last night of the year, holds fate and promises

The one has gone...

Leaving behind memories...

For whom?

26/01/2019 Hồng Giang.

THE GOLDEN APRICOT BLOSSOM AT YEAR'S END

Hồ Viết Bình

Silent by the golden apricot tree's roots

Admiring each delicate and fresh bloom

One flower smiles brightly in full bloom

While another carries both joy and sorrow within

Life is full of sun, wind, and pouring rain

Yet at the year's end, countless flowers still bloom.

Hồ Viết Bình

THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR

Phạm Quang Thu

The river stretches, shrouded in mist

At the riverbank, strangers wait, hoping for the boat to pass

The flute plays to the rhythm of the folk song

The thatched roof smokes rising into the hazy sky

On this last day of the year, poetry is born

The fields now dressed in lush green, ushering in spring

The yellow and white mustard fields are near

After the flower harvest, the yard awaits the bean sprouts

The brown soil plowed, young rice sprouts emerging

Hands move gracefully as if dancing like an immortal

A year of fortune, and troubles have flown away with the north wind along the riverbank

The flower beds blossom in pink hues

The peach buds bloom, greeting the spring every day

The village's stories are ever so captivating

The wine cup, the moonlit pitcher, fill the village square

The temple bell rings, remembering the souls of the past

Grandparents forever loved, grandchildren are promised to return

On this last day of the year, the love for the homeland is strong

The scent of bánh chưng calls the wind back to visit

Life moves forward, with no end in sight

The last day of the year, filled with joy and festivity!

SPRING KNOCKS ON THE DOOR
By: Hồng Soi

Spring knocks on the door, with apricot and peach flowers blooming

The season changes, intoxicating with its embrace

The South is gently touched by the drifting rain

What about the North, how does it feel right now?

I will bring the sunshine back to you

After all these days, I've kept the Southern skies for you

So that you can feel the warmth of spring

While I stand on the frontlines, guarding the skies

We promised to reunite when spring arrives

Sharing dreams, telling each other our hopes

Being apart, the longing deepens

The waves of the heart stir and merge into the vast ocean!

The year is ending, and people are filled with excitement

Welcoming the new spring, wishing for good fortune

The bond of sailors, full of love and care

Celebrating the spring, warm and together with loved ones!

In the middle of the sea, the fleet rides the waves

We pledge to keep the seas peaceful

The sailors promise to the land

To overcome storms and remain steadfast until spring returns!

24.01.2019

THE LAST MARKET OF THE YEAR

Poem: Nguyễn Hường

The winter market is bustling, full of life

Rice, vegetables, meat, fish—everything laid out for sale

The chatter and laughter fill the air

People rush, pushing and shoving to grab their share

Ducks, chickens, goats, pigs, geese, all making noise

The sounds are lively, bringing smiles to every face

Hundreds of flowers bloom, fresh and vibrant

Games and entertainment fill the scene with cheers

The children watch in awe

Innocent and curious, their eyes wide with wonder

Round, juicy oranges, apples, grapes, and tangerines

Pomelos, rambutans, and bananas, all sweet and ripe

Life is warm and rich, full of happiness

Far away, the Tết market calls you home

Home is where the memory of an old mother lives

The banyan tree by the riverbank always tugs at the heart

Poem by Nguyễn Hường
20/1/2019

END OF THE YEAR EMOTIONS
Poem: NGA LÊ

The rain falls gently.
The starfruit tree blooms.

The peach and apricot flowers are shyly blooming.
They bring Spring into the house.

The sun rises at the end of the lane.
The pomelo tree begins to flower.

The small rose bushes tilt as they bloom.
They look wistfully towards the sky.

The world is a miracle.
Like the divine chopsticks,
They tap the world,
Awakening the Spring season.

The fields are fragrant.
The colors shine brightly.
The trees are laden with fruit.
The rice fields stretch endlessly green.

The chirping of the cicadas fills the air.
The bees are busy collecting nectar.
The butterflies flutter about joyfully.

Who wrapped the Bánh Chưng?
The sweet fragrance fills the air.
The smell of sticky rice leaves
Touches the heart deeply.

Everyone is in a rush.
The last days of the year are here.
Why so busy?
But with joy in their hearts.

The year-end feast.
Family gathers together.
Happiness fills the air.
Together we welcome TẾT.

January 21, 2019.

A GREETING
Trần Duy Hạnh

The year is ending, the days are almost over,
Time quietly slips away, little by little.

The vast sky and earth, like floating clouds,
Relatives from near and far gather around.

Wishing to express a few words,
To cherish and remember the colors of distant lands.

The words of love for Mother and respect for Father,
The elderly flourishing like ever-growing trees.

The bond of love, enduring and strong,
Family ties, an unspoken truth.

Who can measure the depth of the vast ocean?
With steady hands, we navigate the river of peace.

On New Year's Eve, families unite, singing songs,
Wishing for prosperity and health, a joyful Spring awaits.

MOTHER'S LOVE

Poem: Moon Anh

Sitting and thinking about home, a sadness fills my heart,
As the rain pours down, the chill spreads, sadness takes its part.

I hear each raindrop falling, my heart grows faint,
Missing Mother, loving Father, yearning for the roots of the past.

The year is almost over, yet the cold still lingers,
Is Mother warm by the stove, or still shivering in the cold?

Or does she feel the emptiness because her child is away,
Waiting long and tired, heart full of longing?

How much I love you, Mother, I understand now!
From my days in the cradle, you worked day and night,

Raising me with care, your love everlasting,
The depth of your love is a beautiful, eternal story.

The year is ending, Spring is arriving,
Everyone’s home is tidied and ready to celebrate,

The family gathers, excited for the New Year,
Yet only Mother remains, tears filling her eyes.

Forgive me, dear Mother!
You are the greatest person in my life!
Your love is as vast as the sea, I will always remember it,
Your kindness carved deeply into my heart, forever unchanged!

January 21, 2019

YEARNING FOR SPRING

Đỗ Hương

Spring calls out with yearning words,
The sky is adorned with a soft blue hue,
Light drops of rain still drift and twist,
Even the ice begins to sprout anew.

This morning, I woke to embrace the spring,
Life awakened with intense vigor,
The peach branches, smooth and jade-like,
The sky blending with your green coat!

In that place, the sky remains ever blue,
Through countless seasons of winds and heat,
The banyan leaves fall red in winter,
But fresh green buds sprout at night.

The New Year’s Eve was full of joy and noise,
Mixed with nostalgia and joy for the past years,
The spring breeze warm as an old hand’s touch,
Bringing back memories from days long gone...

Spring always arrives with excitement,
Calling with a thousand yearning words,
For a thousand years, Spring will endure,
Faithful to the earth and the heavens!

00h0, 22.2.2018
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The Last Day of the Year
Poem by Nguyễn Lan Hương

The calendar on the wall thins as time passes,
The entire year slips away quickly, bringing the final day.
January, like an eager traveler,
Hastily leaves the shores of winter behind.

As the year ends, is there still time for us?
Let’s pause and leave behind the worries of the past season.
Perhaps the forgotten memories were never truly stored,
And thus, they return, whole, from days long past.

At year’s end, the rush of buying and selling increases,
The streets fill with calculations of what was gained and lost.
The old hasn’t fully passed, and the new still isn’t real,
As shadows bear the weight of life’s ongoing struggles.

At year’s end, even the first light of dawn seems hurried,
The day feels too short, urging the sun to rise earlier.
It’s both strange and familiar, like spring just starting to bloom.
Will we have time to meet before the year concludes?
LHN, 29-1-2019

End of the Year

Phan Thu Hà

Look, I see the trees shedding their leaves.

Even though spring is coming, it still surprises me.

Butterflies flutter around the blooming flowers,

Golden spring sunshine glistens as it falls.

There’s a young soldier next door,

Returning from a distant island.

Today, a wedding is taking place over there,

The bride’s hair adorned with flowers, a vow to keep.

Also, a couple who had struggled with infertility,

Yesterday, they welcomed twin babies.

Joy after long years of longing,

Smiles that shine like the morning sun.

A student from the boarding house,

Tomorrow, she’ll likely head home.

Her small frame carrying a backpack and bag,

Bringing spring with the gifts she carries.

The elderly teacher in the neighborhood, retired,

Silently preparing a branch of peach blossoms.

Carefully nurturing every budding flower,

Waiting for the moment when the New Year begins.

Alone, I walk gently through the small street,

Hearing spring call with familiar footsteps.

The sound of a string being strummed resonates in the air,

And somewhere, a window lights up, welcoming the night.

At the end of the year, I hope for a new spring,

Golden sunshine melting the cold, winds easing.

I only wish for one simple thing:

A life that continues to be filled with love and kindness.

Phan Thu Hà

THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR

Poem: Nguyễn Văn Thành

On this day, I look back at the entire year,

Though full of challenges, the results are still rewarding.

Prices held steady, the economy showed steady growth,

Safety remained intact, while vehicles traversed in all directions.

The warmth of Vietnamese spirit never fades,

Uniting the North and South, we stand together.

Helping each other through thick and thin,

The sincerity of our people reaches every corner.

Many heroes have shone brightly this year,

Soldiers who went everywhere, at all times,

In every field, their work became songs of praise,

The world admires Vietnam's strength.

On this last day of the year, joy fills every home,

Living standards rise, elders feel warmth, children laugh,

Workers’ health is improved,

Preparing for a new year that will be even better.

On this very day, the cold wind blows strongly,

In the garden, drizzle falls as expected,

Picking fresh vegetables to complete the meal,

As we transition into the new year, sweet hopes blossom.

December 31, 2021

SPRING HAS COME

Poem: Lê An

The last afternoon of the year, spring is so beautiful, oh spring,

The sunlight gently spreads across the pale peach blossoms,

The narrow road is serenaded by a soft breeze,

Welcoming people with the melody of the approaching Tết...

In this private space, we embrace our passions,

Hand in hand, we journey through the cold lands,

We have arrived at the orchard, heavily laden with fruit,

He smiles softly... the fragrance of a delicious fruit fills the air...

We walk along the familiar, worn path,

Spring’s gentle touch blends with the white mist,

True happiness... sometimes is found in silence...

The harmonious melody enriches the arrival of a new season.

January 24, 2022

THE LAST MARKET OF THE YEAR

Poem: Hải Âu

Spring has touched the mountain town,

The fog is thick on every path,

The buzz of people heading to the market,

As dawn breaks, the sound of hooves approaches.

The last market of the year is like this!

People from distant valleys and streams,

Gather in a loud, festive assembly,

Meeting hastily, exchanging promises.

The market corner smells of “Thắng cố”,

Old friends meet after long years,

Celebrating with overflowing cups of wine,

Vowing to return in the coming year.

The last market of the year is like this!

Quietly, the horse’s footsteps fade away,

The crowds stretch through the mountains,

Leaving behind! The empty, silent shop.

Hải Âu 19/1/2020