Top 7 Beautiful Poems About the 2018 World Cup

The White Nights

Author: Nguyễn Đình Khải

Do you ever blame me for these sleepless nights,
When all my attention is devoted to the field,
And nothing disturbs me anymore,
Except for the flag, the jerseys, and the passing lanes?

I am consumed by the events on the field,
The thunderous shots on goal,
The missed opportunities that were frustrating,
The referee’s whistle, sometimes right, sometimes wrong.

Time passes, and I continue tirelessly,
Describing the fast pace, slowing down to capture every detail,
Giving my all to deliver the best moments,
For the audience to enjoy the beauty of the game.

The match ends, and I return exhausted,
When the night has passed, and dawn breaks,
I am surprised to find you waiting,
And caring for me with every meal and sip of milk.

Now I understand, you never blamed me,
For the nights I stayed up with the pitch,
And I know that every night you stayed awake,
Following me and every move on the field…

World Cup Season

Author: Nghiêm Mẫn

The room only has two of us,
But we look at each other, caught between laughter and tears.
The World Cup is full of vibrant colors,
But he watches the football match and refuses to yield.

She: The Korean drama is so sweet,
But just when the tension is building, he gives way to me.
He says: You’re always so careless,
Buy another one for me, for you too.

Each of us stays in our corner,
Me watching the football, her watching the drama,
He sulks, she gets jealous,
Each with their own thoughts, but adding joy to our home.

It turns out, the illness of old age,
Is like the tantrums of children, still holding grudges.

The Ball for the Nation
Author: Phan Huy Hùng

The penalty kick carries the weight of a thousand pounds,
The goalkeeper holds it close to his chest,
He embraces the whole Nation,
Overwhelmed by the goal post...

The cheers and applause signal the end of the battle,
The goalkeeper's figure soars, following the victorious flag!

Before the Ball Rolls

Author: Ngô Quang Tuấn

I sit and wait for the ball to roll,
Temporarily forgetting the struggles of life.
Allowing myself a moment of ease,
The only joy I’ve known since childhood.

Countless unexpected theories appear,
Racing through my mind as I await the ball’s roll.
Lost in a distant world,
A longing that only comes every four years.

It boils over like a volcano,
Millions anxious with joy and sorrow.
Impatient, uneasy, restless,
The ball rolls, and my soul rolls along with it.

This World Cup is Not Just for Him

Author: Nguyễn Lan Hương

This World Cup isn’t just for him,
It’s for all of us, my dear.
The ball rolls in a distant land,
It doesn’t belong to anyone, but to everyone.

Yes, let them cry and laugh,
Shouting until their voices are hoarse.
Let them feel the joy and sorrow with each ball,
Let their hearts race with each net that shakes.

This World Cup remains for all,
We women know how to watch football too.
Even if we don’t bet on wins or losses,
We still have our own team to support.

It won’t be grand feasts,
With wine, beer, and endless snacks.
Even though we love deeply,
We remember there are children waiting for us at home.

The world has been revolving around the ball,
But our hearts are in Russia, my dear.
For a month we eat, sleep, laugh, and cry with football.
This World Cup isn’t just for one person.

LHN, 15-6-2018

The Eagle Dances the Tango

Author: Mai Thúy Thanh

Into the fray, fierce and bold,
The eagle sways to the tango beat.
Messi dances with the ball,
Swiftly striking the goal for U zoho.

The eagle spreads its wings on the racecourse,
The crossbars tease, the posts play games.
In a moment, the other team falters,
The referee grants a penalty kick.

Equalized, the score now stands,
Counterattack from Messi’s team.
Nigeria, full of strength and power,
Presses on without hesitation.

Once again, VAR technology steps in,
Denying Nigeria a gift.
When Argentina’s hand touched the ball,
The referee turned a blind eye.

In the 87th minute, euphoria erupts,
The ball is crossed from the right wing,
Defender Rojo charges in,
Finishing with a goal that soars high.

Goodbye to the majestic green eagle,
As it drunkenly dances the tango with grace.

27/6/2018_14/5/Mậu Tuất
Thanh Mai

Football Season World Cup Moscow 2018

Author: Phạm Quang Thu

We are engulfed in Moscow's enchanting night,
In the football season, where everything revolves around the game!

Remember Yashin from days gone by,
Remember Pelé like the first dawn,
Where is David Beckham now?
Remember Cristiano Ronaldo, leading the charge with a goal,
Remember Maradona’s handball trick,
Remember Messi, untangling the ball with his feet . . .

Oh, the football of yesterday and today,
We recall so many faces!
Names that shook the goalposts,
Legends of passion!

The past echoes in the present,
As the Earth sways in football’s love,
The tallest trees in the land,
Gather in lively Moscow!

The street musician on Arbat with his accordion,
With the harmonica, and the perfect Contrabass!
To remind us of Moscow, the night strolls,
Deep afternoons and cranes soaring by!

Remembering Russia’s war and peace,
That cold winter’s day,
All memories awakening in us,
The song of the riverside makes our hearts flutter.

Remember the birch forest in autumn, silent of birds,
Remember Bai Can with its rhythmic waves,
Who remembers and who wishes to remember for us?
The beloved USSR, entwined with all our passions!

Goodbye Moscow, the city of sparkling football,
Warmth of the Soviet heart!
The cheers of a hundred million Vietnamese,
All eyes turn toward Moscow,
The round ball swaying through day and night,
International love unites through football.

Football, you satisfy our souls,
Unable to embargo Russia,
How joyful we are, dear sister Natasa,
Sending songs to all the nations,
So football can erase hatred,
And Russia shall never be alone again.

We thank you, football, forever!

HN 16.6.2018 PQT