Top 10 beautiful poems of poet Xuan Quynh

foxtail

Author: Xuan Quynh

The sand is empty, the river is full, the trees are dumbfounded,
The fluttering space changes to the season.
My name is called behind the canopy of leaves,
My old way back has now been collected.

White clouds fly with the wind,
The heart is like the sky in the primeval time.
Bitterly sending back the old seasons,
Poetry written in two lines in the wind.

Everywhere is full of flowers and grass
My shirt was inadvertently filled with grass
Words of love are as thin as smoke,
Who knows if your heart has changed?

Source: Poetry Xuan Quynh, editor Kieu Van, Dong Nai Publishing House, 1997

Fairy tales about mankind

Author: Xuan Quynh

God was born first

Just kids

On the naked earth

No trees or grass

The sun is not there yet

It’s just darkness

The air is only black

No other colors yet

***

Children’s eyes are so bright

But I haven’t seen anything yet!

New sun rising

Let children see clearly

Green begins to grass

Blue starts the tree

A palm-sized tree

Leaves of grass with hair

The flower is the size of a daisy

Red makes flowers

The bird was born at that time

Let the children hear the song

Singing in the water

The song is as high as the clouds

Innocent winds

Transmitting sound everywhere

Want children to bathe

Rivers begin to make rivers

The river needs immense

The sea has existed since that time

The sea gives thoughts

The sea gives birth to fish and shrimps

The sea gives birth to sails

Let the kids go around

Clouds for shade

It’s sunny and cloudy

When children learn to walk

Road from that day

But still needed for children

Love and Lullaby

That’s why I was born

To hold and take care

Mother brought back singing

From the bangs

From a very fragrant flower

From very white stork wings

From the very bitter taste of ginger

From the spot that hasn’t dried yet

From the source of the rain

From the deserted sandy beach…

Know children’s desire

Stories of the past, the day after

I don’t understand where it comes from

And she returned there

Tell many old stories

The story of the toad, the fairy

The story of Miss Tam being gentle

Ly Thong is evil…

Her hair is silver

Her eyes are happy

She told about her life

It’s okay too

Want to let children understand

So dad was born

Dad told me to be good

Dad taught me to think

It’s so wide that the surface of the pool

Long is the way

Mountains are green and far

The circle is the earth…

The starting letter comes first

Then there are chairs and tables

Then there are classes with schools

And born a teacher…

The board is equal to the mat

Chalk from the rock

The teacher writes really big letters

“Human story” first

Sources:

1. Xuan Quynh, Lullaby on the ground, New Works Publishing House, 1978

2. Xuan Quynh, The sky in the egg, Kim Dong Publishing House, 1982

I love Mom

Author: Xuan Quynh

– I love you like God

Ever so wide

– Then how do you know

Where is the sky?

The sky is so wide and so high

I hope, when will you come!

– I love you as much as Hanoi

To remember my mother find

From street to street

I’ll see you soon

– Hanoi is still too big

The lines are like spiders weaving webs

Come on these streets and that

How can I meet my mother?

– I love you as much as school

I’m there all day

When I study, when I play

As children, they all have mothers

– But at night I go home to sleep

So I’m away from school

And the mother is left alone

Then I miss you so much

Mother is always good to remember

I always want to be with you

If there is something closer

I love you with that

– Oh, mom, there’s a cricket

Always in my matchbox

Open it and you can see it right away

I love you like a cricket

Sources:

1. Xuan Quynh, Lullaby on the ground, New Works Publishing House, 1978

2. Xuan Quynh, The sky in the egg, Kim Dong Publishing House, 1982

Mother’s lullaby

Author: Xuan Quynh

Where is the lullaby hidden?
In the midst of heaven and earth
When I was just born
Lullaby about mother sings

When I lay warm
Lullabies are blankets
In a peaceful sleep
Lullaby turns into a dream

When I just woke up
Then the lullaby goes out
Lullaby in the potato field
Go to the water spinach pond

And when I go to class
Lullaby at the school gate
Lullabies become blades of grass
Welcome your feet

Tomorrow you will grow up
On the road away from the hot sun
Lullabies are shade
When I went up the mountain
Lullabies are also bumpy
When I go to the wide sea
Lullaby is immense.

Source: Poetry Xuan Quynh, editor Kieu Van, Dong Nai Publishing House, 1997

Wave

Author: Xuan Quynh

Intense and mellow

Noisy and quiet

The river does not understand me

Waves find the ocean

Oh the waves of the past

And the next day still the same

Longing for love

Recovery in the child’s chest

Before all the waves and waves

I think about you, me

I think about the big sea

Where does the wave come from?

Waves start from the wind

where does the wind start?

I do not know either

When do we fall in love?

Waves in the depths

Waves on the water

Oh the waves miss the shore

Can’t sleep day and night

My heart misses you

Even in my dreams I’m awake

Even to the north

Though to the south

Everywhere I think

Towards you – one way

Out in the ocean

Those hundred thousand waves

Which one does not come to shore?

Despite all the obstacles

Life is so long

Years still go by

Like the sea, even though it’s wide

Clouds still fly away

How can it be melted?

Become a hundred small waves

In the big sea of ​​love

Let thousands of years still clap

Yantian Sea, December 29, 12

This poem was used in the 12th Literature textbook programs for the period 1990-2006, and the 12th Literature textbook for the period from 2007.

Sources:

1. Flowers along the trenches, Xuan Quynh, Literature Publishing House, 1968

2. Poetry Xuan Quynh, editor Kieu Van, Dong Nai Publishing House, 1997

Love poetry at the end of autumn

Author: Xuan Quynh

At the end of the sky, white clouds fly

Yellow leaves are too sparse

Do leaves go to the forest?

Autumn comes with leaves

Autumn goes to the sea

Following the immense water

Autumn in chrysanthemum

Only you and me

Only you and me

It’s from the old autumn

Suddenly the wind blows

Blow about all the turmoil:

The familiar path is strange

The grass turns in the direction of the clouds

Dew at night wet cheeks

The cold in the hand

Our love is like a tree

The stormy season has passed

Our love is like a river

It’s been a peaceful day

Time is like the wind

Season goes with May

Seasonal age goes on forever

Only you and me

Only you and me

Stay with love…

– Hey, how many new lovers

Go with the lucky pig

This poem has been put to music by musician Phan Huynh Dieu into the song Love Letter at the end of autumn.

Source: Self-singing, Xuan Quynh, New Works Publishing House, 1984

Lao wind with white sand

Author: Xuan Quynh

The white sand Lao wind of my life
Me of the sand of the harsh Lao wind

In the hot wind on sweltering summer afternoons
My mother lulled me to a grain of sand with gritted teeth
As soon as I grew up, I knew how to dig tunnels
Under bombs and bullets, the Lao wind still blows
And on the sand, new dunes
The grass of the sun rolls like a wheel
My life is covered by sand
When fighting the enemy, the sand works as fortifications
The blood of my comrades and the blood I spilled
On this sand, the wind blows
The tree I planted is not shaded enough
Enemy bombs cut tattered leaves and branches
The potato here is smaller than the one in the fertile field

Melted custard apple – the wind passes by
Only the sun, the sand doesn’t rain
Feet sinking feet more burning
In the wind and sand, in the midst of fierce days
I think of earnestly a blue
A forest full of fruit on the branches
I plant the root and my hand will pick
My house, I will rebuild
Pink tile for future faces

I just got back, I haven’t seen anything yet
Only sand and Lao wind fan the fire
The burning wind when walking becomes nostalgia
Dry sand in forever love
Though sometimes I’m not satisfied
With the sand that burns my feet
With the wind ripening the face
The barren land of cassava is less prolific
I am willing to give my life
Let white sand and Lao wind fan the fire.

Sing yourself

Author: Xuan Quynh

No wonder I wish it was gold

My heart, you used to know

You are a person who despises wealth

So if you need it, sell it right away

I also don’t expect it to be like the sun

Because it will turn off when the evening shadows fall

I’m alone again with the long silent night

But my heart is far from your heart

I’m back in the true sense of the heart

Know how to revive dead red blood cells

Know how to get back what was lost

Know how to close the distance of the trustee

I’m back to my true heart-me

Know what you want

Know how to be touched through many perceptions

Know that I love you and know that I love you

Why are there so many storms this autumn

The windows of the ship do not close

The moorland and the dark great thousand

I am lost in the depths of your forest

I’m worried about my way

The heart beats the unspeakable

Heart pounding with hunger

What fire glimmers in the lonely

I’m back to my true heart-me

As flesh and blood, who does not have in everyday life?

Also stop beating when life is no more

But I know I love you even when I’m dead

Source: Xuan Quynh, Self-singing, New Works Publishing House, 1984

Funny poetry about the weak

Author: Xuan Quynh

Men, how many great things do you have?
Overcoming the small doorway, narrow office everyday
You come up with submarines, missiles, airplanes
To explore new planets
Your assets are the planets, the universe
Do you know where the oil and silver mines are?
Conquer the ocean with ships
Going to the future on the shortest path
Each of you is a politician
You care about the loss of nations.
So many important things are mentioned
The treaties that turn the world around

We are just ordinary women with no names
Get used to the little things in the kitchen every day
How is life supposed to be so difficult?
How to divide rice, cake, firewood and oil?
Miscellaneous minds think about the market
Eggplants, shrimps, vegetables
For Nit and Kang, superheroes now and in the past
Let’s confess: we are indifferent first class

We still have to queue to buy meat
Buy your child shoes to school
We care about soap, about toothpaste
Worried about knitting clothes for her husband and children from the cold…

We are ordinary women on Earth.
Get used to the daily chores of the kitchen
We don’t have submarines, missiles, planes
Not even an atomic nucleus
We only have pots with pots with fire
There is love and there are lullabies
Cauldron storks from the past
Still swimming by the river to catch shrimp
Life is still a thousand generations
Like the moon rising, like flowers blooming every day…

If the example does not have us here
Is life still life?
Who will bring you happiness and sadness?
Open your heart to welcome you after hard failure
Think about the world with only men
You will no longer know how to love or hate
You guys don’t fight, but you don’t do anything either
The world will grow old and will perish
Who will give birth to the children?
To continue the race and teach them to love, to sing…

Early in the morning, I step on the footprints in the sand
The mother gave birth to the Phu Dong Thien Vuong
Whether they are heads of state or heroes
Is it a doctor… or whoever it is
Still a woman’s child
An ordinary woman, no one knows her age

My dear, my great
I’m the sun, you’re just a grain of salt
A little salty in the great ocean,
The species of moss who ever knew
I’m just a blade of grass under my feet
It’s an accidental dust on a shirt
But if I can’t measure rice this morning
Surely he did not have lunch in the afternoon.

Some funny poems on the occasion of Spring Day
Just kidding, please don’t be angry
Honestly, we can’t even live
Without you, the world would only be women.

1986

Source: Poetry Xuan Quynh, editor Kieu Van, Dong Nai Publishing House, 1997

Boat and sea

Author: Xuan Quynh

I will tell you

The story of the boat and the sea:

“Since when, I don’t know

The boat listens to the sea

Seagull wings, blue waves

Take the boat everywhere

The heart of the boat is full of desires

And the immense love of the sea

The boat goes on and on and doesn’t get tired

The sea is still far away… far away

Gentle moonlit nights

The sea is like a little girl

Whisper your thoughts

Around the side of the boat, the waves crash

Sometimes for no reason

The sea rushes the boats

(For eternal love

Ever stand still?)

Only boats can understand

How vast is the sea?

Only the sea knows

Where is the boat going?

The days we don’t see each other

The silver sea first misses

The days we don’t see each other

The boat’s heart hurts – broken

If I give up on the boat,

The sea is only stormy”

If I have to stay away from you

I’m just a storm

4-1963

This poem was put to music by musician Phan Huynh Dieu into a song of the same name.

Source: Xuan Quynh, Cam Biec, Literature Publishing House, 1963