Top 10 Most Beautiful Poems About the Police Profession

As a coastal police officer
I won’t be returning, Mom, oh no!
I must protect the sea and skies
Preventing invaders from crossing the line!

Though my heart aches for home, dear mom,
I’m focused on the duty, no time to mourn.
Back in the distant homeland,
Don’t be sad, Mom, please don’t worry!

I stay strong, my hands steady with the gun
Ready for any challenge, always on guard.
Against the enemy's ‘nine-dash line’,
I protect the peace of the islands!

I live amidst the storms and winds
Surrounded by the love of my comrades, my homeland.
Tết will come like a joyful celebration,
And we will cheer together!

Every day I look forward to the new year
With peach blossoms and the spring cake from home,
Sent to me from the islands
Despite the weather and the storms!

Through heat, rain, and tempests,
I guard the borders, standing strong.
Protecting the beloved islands
With the love of my parents in my heart!

I pray for your health, dear parents,
I’ll come back next Tết,
Walking happily down the road,
To visit you, my beloved family!

Author: Văn Tuấn

My whole life, I've just waited and waited

Spending sleepless nights, waiting for your return

Listening for the sound of your footsteps, hoping to see your shadow

That's the life of a policeman, my love

Not a single moment of rest

The criminals are still out there, my dear

So I'll be out there, keeping the homes warm

If tomorrow you wake up suddenly

And feel the absence of my warmth beside you

No “good night” texts each night

Then don’t cry, don’t be sad, my dear

Instead, be happy because I still love you

A love that will never fade away

For you, for the Party, for our nation

Thank life for bringing you into my world

For loving a man who returns late and leaves early

For loving those times when I work far from home

For loving the rules, strict yet beautiful

For loving the poetry that’s filled with a soldier’s spirit

For loving the carefree and humorous life

For loving me, a man who’s not perfect

For loving me, even though you know it won’t be easy

When I have to work on holidays and late nights

No one to share walks in the city with you

No weekends off like others have

Because of the job I chose, my dear

Even though it's hard, I wouldn't change it

Don't be upset when I’m late

Don’t be angry when I can’t come home

Because loving me means sharing me with the people

One part belongs to the people, and one part remains with you

Only when the people are safe will I rest easy…

- Collected

I wrote a poem about you
About the soldier in his worn-out uniform
The poem has stayed in my book for years
Never once did I dare to give it to you.

I wrote about you – the son of the homeland
The one who stands fearless before the enemy
With a heart full of passionate love
For the country, for the heroes who fought.

The poem I wrote, but you never knew
The words fading as time goes by
You, the soldier, traveling through the morning fog
While I stay at home, always watching.

Tomorrow, your house will echo with wedding tunes
I’ll come to congratulate you with a full heart
You’ll pat my head and smile gently saying
“When will you bring me good news, little sister?”

The poem was written for the one I love
The soldier I have quietly adored for years
A young man who still sees me as a child
A child who loves you, loves you even today.

-Collected-

If I could choose my favorite color

I’d pick the light green – the color of trust

Another one – the golden yellow of the sun

The color of the traffic officers I see on the streets.

Let me choose one more, a color I like too

The faded green, worn by the brave riot police

I also love the color of the dry grass green

The color of the security officers, the color of love

Another color I love too

The black and yellow, worn by the firefighters

I also love the bold white

The color of the formal uniform on solemn days

I love all the police uniforms

It doesn’t matter if there are many or few

Each color carries a sense of pride

United by a common ideal, all for the nation.

-Collected-

For twenty years in my hometown's mountain streets

She quietly walks the small, winding path

Dedicated to her mission in every neighborhood

Preserving peace and happiness for the people

Despite the dangers, the struggles, and the pain

The social ills of prostitution, gambling, and drugs

The thugs, the heartless souls, the demonic forces

Hidden in the shadows, waiting to strike

A silent war in times of peace, full of peril

How can we fight the evil, rid the wicked?

How can we help the lost find their way back to morality?

For the people, she walks quietly, step by step

Through every home, every street, every alley

Assessing, sharing, offering help

She uses compassion to awaken the human spirit

Her burdens heavy, her work often unnoticed

The chaos of an era in transition

The hardships hidden in the everyday lives

All present in each home, in every forgotten corner

The years pass by, like dreams within reality

Former addicts now choosing recovery on their own

Thugs transforming, seeking redemption

The evils retreat, and joy fills the air

Duty, love, the heart of a police officer

In two decades, the homeland has changed so much

But she still walks the mountain streets

Her silent steps, gathering countless victories.

-Collected-

He walks through the streets this afternoon

His eyes still sting from the dust of the road

He's off to the border, joyful and free

But my love for him, my home, remain constant

He returns when his dreams are still bright

To visit the old school, those familiar halls

He returns to the empty station in the rain

Longing for the warmth of my love, so pure and true

My love, a girl from the rear, always waiting

While he, the soldier, defends the distant frontier

Our love, so deep, keeps us together

Together we protect this land of peace and joy

Though far away, I won’t be sad or weary

He holds the scent of my hair at the border

The station at night, the dim light glowing

And in the air, my figure waits for him

The afternoon at the border is dreamlike

The green forest hides the mist that flows through

Outposts, stations, and posts are my home

The memories of longing packed inside his backpack

-Collected-

I write this poem in the midst of work and busyness

To send to the brave police officers

Quietly, resolutely, enduring hardships and struggles

Preserving the peace in our everyday lives.

Spring knocks on the door, bringing the love it holds

The yellow apricot blossoms grace the green uniform

The morning dew, like twinkling eyes

As I follow you on your patrol through the streets.

Simple, yet filled with small dreams

Spring of peace arrives at every home

Everyone's face shines like flowers

Gleaming in the eyes of the young girl.

You walk, carrying souls burning with passion

Weeding out trouble, bringing joy to the world

Still remembered, still loved, still filled with emotions

But you set everything aside to let others sleep peacefully.

The police officers follow Uncle Ho’s teachings

Every village bears your familiar footprints

You light up the night with the flame of trust

You, heroes, are a true part of life.

The poem I write amidst the hustle and bustle of life

For the people rushing about in every direction

Spring is here, with smiles that warm the heart

In the depths, there you are – the soldier.

-Collected-

Your life is painted in shades of green

A color, not bright but the hue of young leaves

The favorite color of children everywhere

The color of happiness, free from danger.

Enduring hardships while chasing down the wrongdoers

Solving the mysteries, thinking through each crime scene

The people are our roots, the military our pillar

Together, we protect our homeland to last through the ages.

-Collected-

A simple, humble shade of green

The color of your uniform, filled with glorious achievements

Earned through sweat, blood, and hardship

Bringing peace and happiness to the people.

As time moves forward, so do your steps

Tasks ahead, night and day without rest

Challenging cases, dangerous crime scenes

You forget yourself, your own happiness, for the people.

A modest home waits for you

Your child eagerly awaits your return each evening

Your loving wife, waiting anxiously each night

With tasks piling up, you lose track of time

Simple work but full of struggle and sacrifice

Meals at home are few and far between

Sleep interrupted, duties come unexpectedly

And you set off again in the cold of the night

The Party entrusts you with a difficult task

The people place their trust in you, as you serve selflessly

Fighting against drugs, criminals, and evil

The battle of peace is fierce, though no guns are fired

So many victories paid with lives

Many comrades never return after each battle

Leaving behind children, young wives, and aging mothers

These sacrifices can never be fully told

Endless battles, never-ending, still ongoing

You continue silently with your noble mission

Despite the difficulties, the sacrifices, and the pain

With loyalty to the Party and the people, you remain devoted.

-Collected-

I am a traffic police officer
Challenges and hardships, I fear not
Ready to be there whenever needed
Directing and clearing traffic wherever necessary
Rain or shine, I stand firm
Keeping traffic flowing is what makes my life fulfilling.

Nguyễn Ngọ

NKN-23/4/2021