Top 10 beautiful poems of poet Nguyen Trong Tao

Immortal

Salute to General Vo Nguyen Giap

Saint Giong goes to heaven. Saint Giap returns home
For the People of His Country became Immortal
Citadel of Mountains, Cities of Clouds into Fields, Dongs, Rivers, Pools
S-shaped citadel in East Sea town

The Temple City in every People’s heart
City Torch lights the way in the dark night
City of the Sun for a new sunny world
Citadel of the Moon with a golden mirror

The person who didn’t speak or smile for three years stretched out to become Phu Dong
The last person in his life must hide the starlight Khue in an inch of loyalty
Forbearance and Vinh met Vinh and Ren
Pink heart becomes Xa Lo, Kim dan

He didn’t think he would become a Saint
When lying down, the whole river mourns and cries
The whole mountains and rivers become the Dragon and the Tiger
Honoring Him the Saint of the People’s Heart

Shooting high into the sky with thunderous roars
Sending People Into Immortality
Hear the earth shudder in pity
Leaning towards the One who twinkles the stars…

Hanoi, 10.10.2013

Coins for adults

there’s a dead forest that’s still green in me
There are people who live but die

have the answer turned into a question
There is an adulterer who thinks it’s a wedding party

have parents with orphans
Is there a full moon that is raspberry?

have heaven and earth but no house
There is little joy, there is immense sadness

but the boat is still river but green is still grass
but life is still drunk, but the soul is still windy

love, remember, cry, laugh
In the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed.

1992

Realm of memory

To Phan Lac Hoa, Nguyen Hoa, Nguyen Thuy Kha

my friends, if not you guys
I’m like an empty bottle of wine
sad cup upside down on the plate
I am like a ceramic vase without fresh flowers

the poem you wrote for me love
The song gives us the Cau River
the voice stirs the silence
Let’s meet each other and miss each other

my friends, if not you guys
Where do we go when we wander?
Don’t wait to Remember- how poor
I’m like a star lost in the daytime

your heart keep me here
the joy you keep for me
tears you keep for me
keep me grass and clouds

Dear friends, please love a lot
love joy love pain
let’s raise the cup once more, guys
tomorrow gray hair to find each other!

Hanoi, 1981

10 poems and a wish

(Poetry written on the night of suicide)

My heart if someone buried
Then it will rise to the sunset!

1.

It’s not like that but it is
I’m leaving, mustn’t I love Mom
I don’t want to go without loving people
It’s not like that but it is

It’s not like that but it is
My friends have high hopes for me
Poems are still in debt to the evening clouds
It’s not like that but it is

It’s not like that but it is
I’m gone, don’t think I’m gone
I left because I love life too much
It’s not like that but it is

2.

Why do I have to kill myself with two bullets
Wondering is not a coincidence
I’m not the one trying to die
Then what reason?

It’s enough for one bullet to kill me
What about the other pill? Worthy of someone else
But I loved others more than myself
That bullet will kill me again!

3.

As people live, so will they die
I live without lying I die without lying
More than 30 years ago I came to this life
Also passed away from this life after more than 30 years

Is it different from the days I lived?
Meet someone with a handshake with a kiss
Now I die alone in a closed room
No handshake. Neither did the kiss.

4.

Oh flower! If you grieve over my death
I don’t want to interrupt your sadness

We live for each other like trees and roots
Advice for what to do if it doesn’t help

And so Hoa, please don’t blame
I left without asking you a word.

5.

Unexpectedly, I could clearly know the last poem I wrote
My solemn and trembling poem
This alone makes me happy:
I am no longer. Here’s my poem…

6.

In this world I come and go like lightning
Oh life is short
Farewell to childhood waving the red phoenix season
The soldier’s shirt is not old enough

Looking back, love is like rubbing salt
Baby girl! You are the greatest poem
Forever reminiscent of the poems I wrote
Missing three moments of weakness

Many friends
One or two favorites
All my life on earth
Real life is like lightning

Oh life is short
Why do you hate giving up and regret it
How does lightning shine like that
How do people come, people just leave

“In this world I am just a passerby
give me a loving hand”
I gave Ezenin the wave he wanted
Now it’s my turn. Who will wave me here?

7.

I should have gone, why am I still here?
Facing the horizon of childhood
Facing injustice and suffering
I should have gone, why am I still here?

The heart is confused and the sky is full of clouds
Longing for freedom, freedom is bound
Thirsty for love, three sinks and seven floats
The divine truth is deceived and deceived

I should have gone, why am I still here?
To sing my song for the last time
To sing praises of reason
I should have gone, why am I still here?

8.

Hey buddy! Maybe you supported me but didn’t get it
Hey buddy! Maybe you and I had an argument without words
Hey buddy! Maybe you are indifferent to me
Hey buddy! Maybe you and I have agreed on this. Other things not agreed

Such is life, it goes on like that

I die today who will die tomorrow
Who loves me today who loves me tomorrow
Who hates me today who hates me tomorrow
Such is life, it goes on like that

I die today who will die tomorrow

9.

Maybe not but I think so
People live together suspiciously cautiously
Social smile
Work is also social
Maybe not but I think so

Sometimes for something
Like petty jealousy
Ready to hit the crevice of kindness
Cattle and cows rammed each other and the fields were trampled
Angry parents starve their cubs

Why are people reluctant to listen to the honest?
Why do people slander him when he is in trouble?
Why did you commit suicide, people drink wine to celebrate
Why don’t you know how to lean back?
Into honest people

Maybe not but I think so
How many factions stand in the way in life
The gangsters are so elegantly dressed
Pink skin
Magical smile
Sometimes wearing military uniforms

Maybe not but I think so

10.

If my heart could be crushed into tiny particles
I will throw it in the sky for the wind to carry

If my heart could vibrate with music
Then I dedicated it to the song

If my heart could write poetry
It’s been in my poetry ever

If my heart could love passionately
It’s already in my bosom

My heart if someone buried
Then it will rise to the sunset!

Van Ho 3, the night of November 11.11.1981, XNUMX

When I finished writing these 10 poems, it was almost morning. I removed 2 magazines from the 2 pistols and put them in the holster. One gun was kept in his locker, the other was returned to Nguyen Hoa, a close friend in the same room who is returning to his hometown.

The river wears clothes

How new is the river
The sun is up, wearing a peach silk dress
At noon, the sky is vast
River blue shirt wears like new
Afternoon drifting through the clouds
Set the shirt color to yellow
Night embroidered in front of the moon’s chest
On the purple velvet background, hundreds of thousands of stars rise
It’s late, the river wears a black shirt
Nestled in the pomelo forest, the banks are quiet.

In the morning, it smells so good
Has the river ever worn, a floral dress?
Looking up suddenly met la da
Thousands of white pomelo flowers bloom…

Ha Tinh, 1972

A few words to you

I know you don’t like it

My eyebrows are busy

– don’t blame me, bro

though not for the first time

I know you don’t like it

I’m wearing high heels

– bro, please don’t blame

I’ll get used to it when I fall

I know you’re still jealous

I go with friends

– bro, please don’t be angry

How much work, do you need it?

I know you like blue

I’m wearing a red shirt

– don’t blame me, bro

I don’t want to lie to myself

… When everything you like

I easily obey

then the two of us at that time

only… only you!

My mother

My mother is of a country lineage
betel nut before coming back to be a bride
brown oak shirt, brown mud
white in the bib bridging the charm

my father did not pass poinsettia
The old man often forgets the housework
my mother does not complain
two hands in the fields of pigs, chickens, pots and pans

Husband and children are destined to be pampered
Kieu lullaby lullabies
girls and boys seven square children
At war, my mother waits for her children and worships her husband

Now the street is packed with people
the son, the son from the north, the mother visits
(It’s difficult to walk in old age.)
I love you, miss you, I can’t sleep at night)

my mother has gray hair and black teeth
miss lovingly a green countryside.

In front of the statue of Ly Tu Trong

Re-entry roads

The roads radiate

Your eyes look beckoning

His eyes see goodbye

West Lake Wind in March

Blowing the legendary sky

You are still young

During the rainy season

The boys passing by

Look into the past

Girls passing by

Always remember the fire

Red Riding Hood

March comes with you

I feel like I’m growing up

Green leaves high in the sky…

Hanoi, 3.1985

Chia

share my life with you
a bitter one
A fun
a sad
I have a body without a soul
the bottle without alcohol I still have the bottle

give me a drunk life
a sycamore tree
with
a bodhi tree
I have no more passion
It’s hot and sunny, I’m withered

give me a life of poetry
a drift
a fool
one me
Only grass grows in the sky
A small flower silently falls in the rain…

1989

This poem has been set by musician Phu Quang to become the song “A fool, a single me”.

Baby learning to rhyme

Mom, listen
I will rhyme…

horizon wearing pants
Overflowing rice grains

Dad sat and watched the newspaper
Retriever starling.

Standing mountain, sitting mountain
Play white clouds.

Chicks in the sun
Cu Thang is at home.

Rose tree in bloom
Loud speaker.

Cat bragging hungry
The mullet takes the bait.

Bright smile
Purple flower raspberry.

In the field of ripe rice
Smooth masonry yard.

Bend the dike
Eke is perpendicular.

Bare lime pot
Mother’s hair is long.

I memorized the lesson
Hoai teaches singing.

Sand cart field
Uncle Dat writes poetry.

Never belong
Because of poetry.

Dai Lai, 1983