Top 24 Beautiful Poems for Vu Lan Day

JULY POEM!
Author: Nguyen Duc Phuc.

Sending love to the motherland of Nghi Xuan
Threads of longing, threads of remembrance in my poem
What can I write in the first line
To express my gratitude to my grandparents?

The ones who gave me life
Mother and grandmother lived here
Father fell ill and was no longer around
Only mother stayed, raising us until old age.

Many tried to marry her
But mother refused, never taking a second husband.
She devoted herself to raising us
And raised us well, in a silent, empty home.

Years went by, waiting
Raising children, relying on them.
My sister, just of age
Got married and followed her husband.

I just graduated
Focused on work and hoped for life.
Mother stayed alone
In the straw hut, waiting for us.

In my life, I learned to write poetry
Was it a shadow of my mother that followed me?
Though life was poor
There was no complaint, no whining from her.

I went through war
And returned to the straw house, to my old mother.
Now, mother has passed on
Gone to join my ancestors and grandparents.

I cannot forget this poem
A message of thanks to my ancestors, my grandparents
Both maternal and paternal families
The incense, the smoke, I send my gratitude together.

One last word I write
Sending my thoughts to everyone
Also to my mother's hometown
Mother, please remember to pass my message.

The poem of July whispers
Vu Lan gratitude, the souls are here.

7/7/2018.

MOTHER'S MEMORIAL DAY

Author: Pham Quang Thu

Weep in sorrow, the incense spreads far
The candles and incense fill the spiritual home
I gaze at the portrait, certain
Mother is still there, in the framed photo.

The old betel box Mother used
The dried betel, cold and unmoving
The betel leaves, the areca nuts
As if still waiting for the person they loved!

Mother is still here... the rocking cradle
The hammock stronger than life's hardships
The woven basket tucked in the corner
By the wooden clogs, patiently waiting for someone.

Silently, a piece of her raincoat
At the porch, as if someone is waiting...

I feel Mother’s spirit comforted
The incense I lit flares up brightly.

The incense burns to ash
The altar has transformed, the ashes now in a swirl.

With a trembling heart, I bow to her soul
The fragrance of the incense on Mother's Memorial Day is more fragrant than usual.

The spiritual realm is here
Heavy with gratitude for the one who gave birth to us through sorrow.

I watch the delicate smoke rise
The world of the living and the dead draws near, with my respectful offering.

The father’s work and the mother’s love a thousand times
Etched into my bones, the meaning of life engraved in the heart.

In daze, tears fall from my eyes...

BY MOTHER'S SIDE

Author: Phan Thu Ha

Back then, I was just a little girl
Sitting beside Mother as she corrected papers
Eating papaya on my own
My hair still too short to touch my shoulders.

Back then, Mother was a teacher
Besides me, she had many children to care for
She worked tirelessly, rowing the boat
Her youth slowly fading with the years.

I grew up alongside Mother
The sound of the pestle and the lullabies
Remembering Father, Mother softly sent
The gentle breeze of autumn's whispers.

Looking back at childhood through photos
The memories make me miss the old days
The flood of recollections rushes back
Mother’s life, filled with sun and rain.

Mother, even though life keeps us apart
Your love is always with me, beside me
Your love will remain for future generations
Through countless years, it remains strong and true.

HP - 28/2/2017

MOTHER IS ...!

Author: Hồ Viết Bình

Mother is the warm southern breeze
Gently soothing me into a deep sleep
Mother is the warm blanket in winter
Cradling my little feet, pink as if painted with red.

Mother is the sweet milk
That made my cheeks round and rosy
Mother is my first teacher
Teaching me manners, respect, and how to say 'yes' and 'no.'

Mother is the shelter from the rain
Mother is the hammock on hot summer afternoons
Mother is the grapefruit tree, the pomelo tree
She is the sweet starfruit tree that cooled my childhood heart.

Mother is the lullaby
That follows me through every dream of life
Mother, there is so much more, my dear
How can I describe it all in a poem?

Poem by: Hồ Viết Bình

MOTHER, OH!

Author: Nguyễn Anh Tuấn

I long to find those distant memories...
From my childhood days
The old stories I heard as I lay in your arms
Drifting to sleep as you hummed softly...

I remember sneaking away from you to play
Returning with my clothes all muddy
Though you scolded me with the stick
Your heart wept, knowing it was for my own good.

With each step I grew, you taught me with care
To stay pure, to value what’s truly important
No longer a child in your arms
Learning not just for myself, but for others too.

The rain and sun, the long hours
You stood watching me sleep soundly
I grew up with every word of your love
Now that you’re gone, have I truly grown up?

GRATEFUL TO PARENTS

Author: Đỗ Thị Phương Lan

"A father's duty is as great as Mount Tai
A mother's love flows like a river from its source
To honor both with a loyal heart
Is the true duty of a child."

This verse, mother, has been engraved in my heart
Never to be forgotten, I vow
Years passed with your care and father's wisdom
Both of you worked tirelessly, forgetting yourselves for us.

Now that I’ve grown, I understand deeply
The love and sacrifices of my dear parents
Life has been a journey of hardships
But it’s made me realize the profound truth of your love.

We strive to honor your teachings
We know it’s our duty as your children
To live a life full of righteousness
So that you can smile in your hearts, proud of us.

We will remember forever
Respecting father, honoring mother, never to forget!

7/7/18

MOTHER IS THE MOON

Author: Chu Long

The night stretches on with endless hours
Her worn clothes glisten in the morning dew
Through storms and sunshine, time weaves together
But her once youthful figure has faded with years.

Her love for us is vast and endless
Like the golden moonlight on an autumn night
The lullaby she sings brings comfort
Her breath, sweet and fragrant, fills the air.

As I grew, her eyes smiled with pride
The flowers on her lips bloomed like peaches in spring
Her soul pure as moonlight
Her fragrance as sweet as ripe fruit in bloom.

Looking at the moon, I remember my childhood
Curling into her arms, dreaming of a world of peace
Now that she’s gone, her love remains
In my heart, she will always be my Moon.

Chu Long

VU LAN’S GRATITUDE
Author: Bùi Thế Uyên
Facebook: Tony Bui

Every Vu Lan season arrives
My words choke up, too much to say
I remember my parents, oh!
Tears fill my eyes in silence.

The love and sacrifice are immeasurable
My parents, struggling all their lives
Enduring hardships as they grow old
Raising us until we are grown.

Each child goes their own way
Unable to fully repay the love of parents
We return, successful but feel empty
The house echoes with an aching void.

The incense smoke rises quietly
A white rose, humbly offered
Pinned to the shirt of the laborer
Thousands of apologies, please forgive me.

I know I have wronged you
Not fully understanding your sacrifice
My parents are in the heavens above
I sincerely thank you with all my heart.

Warsaw
07/07/2018

MOTHER AND ME

Poet: NS Lâm Bình

This precious photo became history
Of those still living today
Thanh Hóa, where the train arrived
Bringing the medical soldiers to the frontlines.

Mother and I also grew from this place...
Soaked in the warmth of human kindness, loyal and true
The hospital gate is where the sacred oath was sworn
By millions of hearts, once reunited in the South.

Even as time fades from memory
The old steps still burn with warmth
The heroic spirit of the South’s soil
All transformed into white-robed angels.

A generation of excellence gifted back to the world

60 years of nurturing, shaping a strong path for the child
Parents’ love is etched into the child’s steps
Past time cannot flow backward.

The posture today, a heroic generation
The grandeur that gathers in Thanh’s land
Preserving the memories of childhood forever.

HÃY YÊN LÒNG MẸ NHÉ
Tác giả Lê Hương

(Viết cho anh liệt sỹ Trường sơn )

Tháng bảy này mẹ thương nhớ lắm phải không ?
Thằng con trai yêu nhất đời của mẹ
Mẹ thắp nén nhang trước bàn thờ lặng lẽ
Khói cuộn tròn trên khuôn mặt tuổi hai mươi.

Hơn bốn chục năm rồi chẳng còn nước mắt để rơi
Tấm hình vẫn trẻ nguyên của ngày con nhập ngũ
Mới bước vào sinh viên còn bao bỡ ngỡ
Bạn bè chưa kịp thân thương.

Con bỗng vội chia tay , gác sách bút lên đường
Tổ quốc gọi đâu cần con có mặt
Mười tám tuổi lúc đời con đẹp nhất
Chưa kịp nắm tay , chưa biết đến hẹn hò.

Chưa biết nụ hôn đầu trong khao khát ước mơ
Chỉ biết cháy lên niềm vui đi đánh giặc
Rồi một ngày giữa chiến trường thảm khốc
Giữa trận đánh này không về nữa mẹ ơi.

Đứa con trai mẹ yêu quý nhất đời
Chưa trả được công cha nghĩa mẹ
Đất mẹ ôm con vào lòng lặng lẽ
Chúng con ra đi cho đất nước trường tồn.

Sáng nay trên nghĩa trang Trường sơn
Tổ quốc vẫn bên con dâng hương trầm tưởng niệm
Đồng đội chúng con vẫn bên nhau thương mến
Hát khúc quân hành sống mãi tuổi hai mươi.

Trời Quảng trị hôm nay vẫn xanh tươi
Mẹ ơi mẹ ơi ! Xin mẹ đừng khóc nữa
Con vẫn về thăm mẹ ơi đừng khép cửa
Để ôm dáng mẹ gầy đang tựa cửa ngóng trông con

Sài gòn 7-7-2018

REMEMBERING MOTHER
Poet: Nguyễn Ngọc

Mother...
You loved the youngest son the most.
The youngest left for the army and stayed away for a long time.
Hearing that I would soon return home,
You hunched your back and waited for me, leaning on your cane, by the door.

Old age made you walk slowly,
Tripping over the doorstep, falling, my dear!

My heart aches, oh Mother,
Carrying the heavy burdens of a lifetime of military service.

Father passed away early, and you were left alone.
Year-round, I saw your frail figure.

I traveled far and wide across mountains and valleys,
Thanks to wise doctors, I’m still here with you.

You applied medicine and nursed me every day.
I've watched you change, your strength diminished with time.

Thank you to all the relatives,
Thank you to friends and loved ones, far and near.

Please accept this bow of gratitude.
I vow to repay this kindness on the day of our reunion.

Mother...
On Vu Lan, I honor my parents.
Although I'm far away, my heart is with you.
My tears keep falling
As I miss you and think of Father, aching deep in my heart, Mother!

Saigon, 07/07/2018

HONORING PARENTS DURING VU LAN SEASON

Author: Gia Long

"A Father's love is as enduring as Mount Tai,

A Mother's love flows like the endless stream.

With a heart devoted to honoring Father and Mother,

Only then can we fulfill our duty as children."

During the Vu Lan season of honoring parents,

We offer countless red flowers as tribute to our parents.

Father, who created me,

Mother, who carried and gave birth to us.

Though we live our lives,

We can never repay the love and care of Father and Mother.

The best way to honor them,

Is to cultivate our virtues and make our parents proud.

THE ROSE OF JULY

Author: Nguyễn Khánh Trân

Only when raising children do we truly understand the love of parents.

Don’t say ‘if only,’ for it’s too late now.

Time’s shadow cannot flow backwards,

And the rhythm of life continues without pause.

The nurturing rose is the love of a mother,

Its beauty is the gratitude as vast as the ocean and sky.

In the seventh month of Vu Lan, the season of honoring parents,

Beware, lest it be too late – for the golden leaves fall.

PRAYERS FOR MY FATHER

Author: Hồn Du Tử

In his advanced age, with hair touched by the frost,

My father grows weaker, often sick and in pain.

My young heart aches, as I sincerely pray,

For the innocent child's sorrow, offering incense to the heavens.

May the compassionate Bodhisattva grant protection,

And the enlightened Buddha, with divine mercy, show kindness.

May my father stay healthy and live in peace,

So that I, as a child, may never suffer heartache from the inevitable separation.

LUCKY POEM ABOUT FATHER

Author: Thich Nhuan Hanh

The stork carries the sunshine across the river
Also carrying the salty tears of father
Father is a galaxy
I am a drop of water born from the source

In a poor village, rain and sunshine pour down
Father’s poetry is woven from many ups and downs
Father endures to compose poems for his child
Sadness and happiness bloom into flowers.

The rice fields are lush and green
The figure of the father fades into the countryside
The kite flies across the sky
Carrying the verse of the father's love, growing weak.

UNFULFILLED FILIAL PIETY

Author: Bitter Coffee

The nurturing love engraved throughout a lifetime
The bond of parenthood etched in the heart
Through rain or shine, parents endure
Raising their children quietly, protecting them

My homeland, with its bamboo groves
Stands by my side in times of hardship
In me, a love everlasting
The gratitude to parents, the village, the humble land

When autumn arrives with cold winds and rains
Does father sleep soundly at night?
Is mother well-fed and safe?
Are they warm through the biting cold?

As a child, I silently wish
For the peace of my aging parents
In the seventh month, during Vu Lan
My filial piety remains unfulfilled, and I feel sorrowful.

BÀI CA TẶNG MẸ

Tác giả: Bằng Lăng Tím

Con ngồi viết bản tình ca

Nhớ bông bưởi trắng sau nhà tỏa hương

Tiếng ru vọng khúc canh trường

Lũy tre xào xạc ngọc sương dịu dàng.

Mẹ.là biển nước mênh mang

Là đêm trăng tỏ ánh vàng trên cao

Vầng mây lơ lửng quyện vào

Từng lời mẹ dặn con nào đâu quên.

Bài ca chưa kịp đặt tên

Bao la nồng ấm Mẹ hiền của con

Biết là Mẹ vẫn trông mong

Con về bên Mẹ trong vòng tay yêu!

VU LAN VIẾNG MẸ

Tác giả: Anh Thư Đỗ

Lên chùa viếng mẹ chiều nay

Con đi trong gió mưa bay nhạt nhòa

Câu kinh lời kệ ngân nga

Khói trầm hương ngát quyện hòa tiếng chuông

Nhìn di ảnh Mẹ thật buồn

Chín năm cách biệt đôi đường Trần - Âm

Mẹ hiền ánh mắt xa xăm

Chừng như còn muốn nhủ thầm điều chi..?

Trọn đời con mãi khắc ghi

Phút giây đau đớn biệt ly mẫu từ...

Nỗi niềm trĩu nặng tâm tư

Vầng dương lịm tắt...cõi hư.. Mẹ về,...

Lòng con buốt giá, tái tê

Chiều nay mưa gió não nề...Mẹ ơi..!

VU LAN

Author: Hương Lan

July is here, and Vu Lan has returned

The orphaned child feels the sorrow

No longer can the mother's image be seen

Only the incense burns silently

Only the incense burns silently

The sky understands the cycle of reincarnation

When will the old form be restored?

July is here, and Vu Lan has returned again...

16/08/2015

VU LAN STILL MOTHER

Author: Philphil Huynhquocphu

The white lotus remembers the elderly mother

Vu Lan, the child of a mother, just last year...

Though we know this world is transient

It’s still sorrowful to say goodbye, to part ways

Let me sing the song of a mother's boundless love

Let me remember the gratitude of the vast red waters

Vu Lan, a filial tribute, filled with sadness

Remembering mother, the incense smoke stirs my heart.

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOTHER

Author: Đức Ngọc

In my mother, beauty is beyond compare
Capable, gentle, and noble all her life
Radiating like the stars
Shining forever, sweet as eternity
Her warm voice, a lullaby
Soft as willow branches... with the breeze
By her side, joy and laughter
With mother, life feels like royalty
How can words express it all
Days spent with mother... truly a blessing for me
Her life devoted to love
Her grace, wisdom, and character will always shine brightly.

VU LAN DAY, REMEMBERING PARENTS!
Poem: Hoàng Minh Tuấn

It’s been ten years since mother passed,
Ten years of longing and memories of her,
There were moments when I thought I couldn’t go on,
Yearning for you, dear mother!

I remember when I first stepped into life,
You were the one guiding me every step,
Though life brought losses and gains,
You stood beside me, showing me the way!

Sometimes, even in times of peace,
You reminded us of the past,
To recall the days of scarcity,
And warn us against prideful contentment ...!!!

When mother passed, father tried to hide his sorrow,
His hair turned white, he laughed less than before,
He only told us, whether in hardship or success,
We must stay united and move forward together!

No matter where we go, or where we live,
We must always remember filial piety above all,
Embrace harmony, forgiveness, and unity,
And not fear any difficulties or struggles!
.............

Father left mother for seven years,
Then he left us, to join her once more,
At his farewell, I promised through tears,
To fulfill all the wishes of mother and father...

The Vu Lan ceremony, with incense smoke rising,
I bow deeply, praying for my parents,
May they rest peacefully in the heavenly realms,
We, their children, have grown and matured!

We have walked our own paths,
Just as our parents had hoped for us,
Now, mother and father, I long for a moment,
Just to hold you both in my arms once more!

Hà Nội, 6/7/2018

BÀ ƠI

Tác giả: Doãn Kim Oanh

Nơi cháu về bà đã đi xa
Ngôi nhà xưa chỉ còn trong kí ức
Nhà mới bê tông mái cong đẹp lắm
Hoa giấy ba màu trước ngõ rơi rơi.

Câu hát ru những buổi tối trời
Xóm nghèo xác xơ sau mùa nước lũ
Những tháng ngày cháo cơm không đủ
Nằm ngủ đệm rơm cháu nhớ tận bây giờ.

Giấc ngủ chập chờn cháu gặp lại trong mơ
Sân trước nhà mùa này vàng hoa cải
Con bươm trắng tung tăng đậu lại
Bé nhón chân bắt lấy nghịch chơi.

Góc vườn kia nơi chúng cháu vẫn ngồi
Trải lá chuối để bày cỗ cưới
Chú rể cô dâu đầu bù tóc dối
Cơn dông bất ngờ đám cưới thế là tan.

Chúng cháu thích làm cô Tấm hiền ngoan
Góp cháo bạc cơm vàng dành nuôi bống nhỏ
Bà dạy cháu thương người cùng khổ
Chuyện của bà dang dở những đêm mưa.

Dòng sông bãi bồi vẫn cứ như xưa
Chỉ lũ trẻ lớn lên là khác
Không biết đói nghèo không còn nhút nhát
Đã bắt đầu thích chát với chơi games.

Ngôi nhà tuổi thơ những ngày tháng êm đền
Chả giữ nỗi những tâm hồn non dại
Bỏ mặc cháu giữa vườn xưa trống trải
Khát cháy lòng thèm được gọi bà ơi

(Kính tặng bà nội và quê hương Vân nam của tôi tháng giêng 2005 mùa hoa cải)

LISTEN TO FATHER'S TEACHINGS

Poet: Nguyễn Thị Nguyệt Anh

Father’s words remain etched in my heart
In my innocent youth, I stepped into life
Yearning to wander far and wide
But I must understand the principles of life...

Learn to sharpen the mind, strengthen your will
Don’t be lazy, depending on others for support
In times of adversity, use your intellect
Avoid ungrateful people, those lacking insight.

In life, let others fight, don’t mind them
Never lower yourself to the level of the mean-spirited
Help when you can, but never turn your back
Don’t let love and family ties be severed.

When making friends, never calculate benefits
Don’t be arrogant, or you’ll face contempt
Don’t boast of generosity, especially not about yourself
Never belittle others, for they too have worth.

Can we truly be perfect?
Live virtuously, without shame or regret
So, what have I learned so far?
Now grown, I can fly like a little crane!

Out in the world, maintaining one’s integrity is tough
Many traps are clear around us
Only by striving on our own, in a foreign land
Can we fully appreciate Father’s loving guidance.

When Vu Lan comes, the rain season in July
I feel a rush of nostalgia in my heart
I place a flower at the grave, offering endless gratitude
Thank you, Father, for your loving care.

MC: 7/7/2018