Top 7 Poems about the 2018 World Cup

The White Nights

Author: Nguyễn Đình Khải

During these white nights, will you blame me, my love,
When all my attention is on the football field?
Nothing else distracts me, no worries or concerns,
Only the colors, the flags, and the game...

My mind stays fixated on the moments on the field,
The rapid kicks towards the goal, the near misses,
The fouls, and the whistles—sometimes right, sometimes wrong.

Time passes, but I keep on tirelessly,
Quickly analyzing, then slowly reflecting,
Pouring all my energy into sharing
The beauty and excitement with the audience.

When the match ends, exhausted, I return home,
As night turns into dawn.
Surprisingly, I find you waiting,
With warm milk and food in hand, caring for me.

Only then do I realize you never complained,
During the nights I stayed awake with the game.
And I know every night you stayed up too,
Watching me, following each play on the field...

The World Cup Season

Author: Nghiêm Mẫn

The room was just the two of us,
Yet we found ourselves between laughter and frustration,
The World Cup filled with vibrant colors,
While he stubbornly watched the game, unwilling to share.

She: Korean dramas are so charming,
At the most intense moment, he tells me to wait,
He says: you’re so particular,
Just buy another one—his and hers.

Each of us in our own corner,
Me watching the match, her watching her show,
He sulks, she gets jealous,
Each with their own thoughts, yet the home remains lively.

And I realize, this is the ailment of old age,
Turning us into children again, still caught in petty jealousy.

The Ball for the Nation
Author: Phan Huy Hùng

The penalty kick holds the weight of a thousand pounds,
The goalkeeper embraces it tightly within his chest.
He carries the whole nation,
Fainting in front of the goal...

The sound of applause and cheers marks the end of the battle,
The goalkeeper's figure soaring alongside the victory flag!

Before the Ball Rolls

Author: Ngô Quang Tuấn

I sit waiting for the ball to roll,
Temporarily forgetting the struggles of life.
Allowing myself a moment of peace,
The only joy since my childhood days.

So many unexpected possibilities arise,
Filling my mind as I wait for the ball to roll.
I lose myself in the distant dream,
A longing that comes only once every four years.

My heart boils like an erupting volcano,
A million people waiting with joy and sorrow.
Impatient—nervous—restless,
The ball rolls, carrying my soul along with it.

This World Cup is Not Just Yours

Author: Nguyễn Lan Hương

This World Cup isn't just yours,
It's for all of us, my dear.
The ball rolls in a distant land,
Belonging to no one, but to everyone.

Yes, you men can cry and laugh,
Cheer until your voices are hoarse,
Feel the joy and sadness with each ball,
And tremble with each goal scored.

This World Cup is still for all,
We women too, love the game.
We may not bet on wins or losses,
But we have our own teams to root for.

It won't be extravagant parties,
No wine, beer, or endless snacks,
But even though we love deeply,
We still remember our children are waiting for us.

For the past few days, the world spins with the ball,
With our hearts in Russia, my dear.
A month of eating, sleeping, laughing, and crying with the game,
This World Cup isn't just for one person.

LHN, June 15, 2018

The Eagle Dances the Tango

Author: Mai Thúy Thanh

Stepping into a fierce battle,
The eagle sways to the tango’s rhythm.
Messi performs a solo with the ball,
Swiftly into the net of Uzoho.

The eagle spreads its wings on the field,
The crossbar and posts tease it endlessly.
Then, when the other team makes a mistake,
The referee awards a penalty kick.

The score is now tied,
And Messi’s team counters.
Nigeria, full of energy,
Boldly advances, undeterred.

Once again, VAR technology intervenes,
Denying Nigeria their gift.
Even when Argentina’s hand touched the ball,
The referee seems to overlook it.

In the 87th minute, joy erupts,
A pass from the right wing is delivered,
Defender Rojo rushes in,
And with a strike, the ball soars into the net.

Goodbye to the proud green eagles,
Swaying gracefully to the tango’s dance.

June 27, 2018 _ May 14, 2018
Thanh Mai

The Football Season Moscow World Cup 2018

Author: Phạm Quang Thu

We are immersed in the enchanting night of Moscow,
The football season, where wherever we go, everything revolves around football!

Remembering Iasin from the past,
Remembering Pele as if it were the first day,
Where is David Beckham now?
Remembering Cristiano Ronaldo leading the charge, scoring goals,
Remembering Maradona with his hand of God goal,
Remembering Messi skillfully navigating the ball...

Oh, the football of yesterday and today,
We remember all the faces!
Names that shook the goalposts for real,
Legends of passion!

From the past, the present echoes back,
Filling the Earth with the passion of football,
The tall trees casting long shadows,
Gathering together in lively Moscow!

The street musicians of Arbat with their accordions,
With the beautiful sound of the Pan flute and the exquisite double bass!
Making us remember Moscow on an evening stroll,
The quiet of the afternoon, the bustling cranes flying overhead!

Remembering the war and peace of Russia,
That winter long ago,
All the memories awaken within us,
The ballads of the two banks sending shivers through our hearts.

Remembering the birch forests in autumn with few birds,
Remembering Bai Can and the waves crashing,
Who remembers, and who remembers for all,
The beloved Soviet Union, with ties to many hearts!

Goodbye, Moscow, in your sparkling football season,
The warmth of Soviet hearts,
Cheers from the hundred million people of Vietnam,
All heading toward Moscow,
The ball spinning through the day and through the night,
International friendship meeting through football.

Football, oh, how it relieves our souls,
We cannot embargo Russia,
How happy we are, dear Natasa,
Sending a love song to all nations,
So that football can blur the divisions,
And Russia will never be alone again.

We thank you forever, football!

Hanoi, June 16, 2018 - PQT