Top 15 Beautiful Poems About Nostalgia

WATER SURFACE
Dinh Khai Poetry

Unforgettable from childhood days
Mother takes care of each child’s sleep and food
On winter nights, my mother gives up mats and blankets
On summer nights, my mother fanned me to sleep.

From childhood, education has a father
Mom teaches me daily chores
Then the field work, reaping and ploughing
Mom kept quiet, rarely scolded

In mother’s love, children grow up over the years
Until the day you have enough wings to fly away
But no matter where I go, I still miss home
I still remember my mother taking care of her children to grow up.

Never forget a lesson early on
All my life, what can I say more:
The father as a mountain,
Mother’s meaning is like water in the source flowing out…

SELL ..REMOVE
Trinh Thanh Hang’s poetry

Is it a love market today?
I put invisible nostalgia for sale
Selling longing longing
Sold it so passionately for so many days

Sell ​​all your passion
Sell ​​the long night of love
Sell ​​the distant past
Sell ​​the warmth for the cold spring

Sad love selling passion
Quan san silhouette of people wearing people
Please help me buy it
I advertise nostalgia for a light life

Startled by the sun falling
Tan market, handsome and beautiful girls leave
Personally, I’m depressed
I have to bring back the numbing nostalgia

Trinh Thanh Hang’s poetry

SAIGON DRAIN
Poetry Ha Nhu Tran

Rain in Saigon is cloudy all day
Looking at the street, my eyes are full
The rain covered my heart to stop burning
Again sad and sobbing…a domain of love

We used to walk together in the streets
The noisy street has also become quiet
He looked at the street, then whispered softly to his ear
“I love Saigon because I have a baby you know?”

Years have passed, I have embroidered pink dreams
Saigon is different from the past and people’s hearts have also changed
I was naive, but now I realize and no longer sulk
He became indifferent, I lost my way…

The love I can’t name
We love each other like sudden showers
Like the Saigon sun on and off *
Leaving Saigon tomorrow, do you miss the sun or the rain?

Ha Nhu Tran

SUDDENLY…!
Poetry of Nguyen Thi Xuan Huong

Suddenly sad to hear distant nostalgia
Autumn indifferently let go of the wind to blow memories
Remember or forget?…look at each other suspiciously
A restless sigh that stings the heart

I searched all the time
Bewildered, lost among thousands of memories
Where is still intact…where is unfinished?
I told my heart why I keep getting hurt…

If life’s paths suddenly recognize each other
Hurry up or linger
Se iron misses me of the clumsy time
Wondering why love is so far away…???

Poetry and photo: Nguyen Thi Xuan Huong

Poem: WHEN DO YOU MISS

Poetry: Tuyet Van

Do you ever miss me?

Remember the passionate scent on your hair
Remember the lips with a smile and pearl eyes
Remember the words of love whispering in the silent night

Do you remember the appointment you made?
In the arms of the two of them swear together
Even in the midst of life’s ups and downs
Our love is still full of love

Do you remember the school night moments
Men’s love is tinged with warm flutters
I give you a deep love
Promise to always keep the love together!!!

REMEMBER OF JULY
Hong Ngoan Poetry

The late summer weather is salty and sweaty
Reminds me of years of hard work
Diving and carrying a burning sun
Swallowing the intestines and releasing silk….love to know the silkworms…

I don’t know mother’s love
It is also foolish not to see the public father
Forever smiling childhood
A bowl of fragrant rice.. July rice is rich

July comes the torrential afternoon rain
The sun is burning like a mother carrying the rice to the field
How many drops of sweat have fallen?
Let the rice crop produce many flowers

Oh July reminds me of nostalgia
The storm suddenly came back
Dad put on a coat and went out to the garden to support
Old banana chamber ….in front of the stupid eyes…

Oh July… arduous July season!

Hai Duong 7/7/2018

MEMORY Domain
Poetry by Phan Thu Ha

Dreaming against the wind at night
The train back to childhood
That country river
Glass water hits the shore

Paddy fields in the color of rice
Fragrant dong dong milk
Thin sunset smoke
Call the night into the immense

Children chase and chase
Fireflies with fragrant hair
Silently listen to the heart beat
The clothes smell of straw

The bowl of ripe sim hills
Sweet and succulent day after rain
Purple lipstick
Giggling with the wind

Sweet potato tubers
Cinderella red cheeks
Still the most part
I save it for you

Wow, it’s the memory region
It’s far away now
Shocked when I woke up
I suddenly hated the sound of chickens!

Phan Thu Ha

MEMORY BEDS, LOVE Particles

Dong Van Thanh’s Poetry

In the past few seasons, I have planted the seeds of memory
The garden of love is full of love
The love nest chirping in the spring garden
He is ecstatic every time he visits.

The door of my soul is warm and peaceful
My boat moored under the moon
Can it be more than that?
Predestined to give birth to love blooms.

Young shoots intermingled with the breath
Juicy, round, open and closed with the scent of love
Kissing lips like tidal water
The torrential power surged up and down.

I sprinkle seeds to nourish my heart
Let your heart float, sails taut
You are always a soft lulling hammock
It sounds crazy frenzy…not old.

Every memory particle, charming love seed
Surrounded by drunken incubation day by day
I cage you with a cloud pattern
Sparkling colors full of happiness!

D.VT

KNOWING THAT

Poetry: Nguyen Duc Tung

Even though I know you’ll never come back
Where the sunny streets of the city
The place where my love is here is waiting
Where there are sporadic autumn leaves fall!

Even though I know you’ll never come back
The old street he returned to… oh, the lonely shadow!
His feet walked quickly in his heart, he felt a pain
You’re gone – dream in my heart!

Even though I know you’ll never come back
Is the sea still blue without you?
The old sand castle you built
The waves have hit the shore, and love has fallen!

Even though I know you’ll never come back
Leave the nights for immense nostalgia
Is the moon outside the door still romantic?
The nameless attic embraces the darkness…just you.

SIMPLE HAPPINESS

Poetry Do Thi Phuong Lan

One day someone goes far from Hanoi
The trees are also silently confused
Take people away in the chaos
Those who stayed were concerned about their hearts.

There is a day when the sun turns blue in the sky
Travelers will return to visit Hanoi
The wind at the end of the day also cheered
The sound of rustling in the foliage of the changing seasons.

Having a day like that is so poetic
Who stood dumbfounded sitting by the door frame
The heart flutters with nostalgia
Waiting for someone who is far away to return.

It’s so intoxicating to have a day like that
Hanoi is full of happiness
The person walking away smiling at the open door
Giang holds the nostalgia in her arms.

There is such a day when the sky is blue in…!
DTPL

NAMELESS NOSTALGIA

?Poetry: Bitter Coffee

There is a memory that seems very strange
Remember someone you met
Feel a little sad in my heart
When the day is about to end without saying hello

There is an indescribable nostalgia
Missing a stranger
The King of Kings is more sad
Life is not necessarily meet once

Sometimes I think I’m close to you
Let’s share the cold winter afternoon
Expressing affections
Happy and sad to talk a couple of lines together

Do you sometimes hear it… it’s amazing
Then suddenly sad and thoughtless
Heartfelt with poems
Sending foolish nostalgia to someone

Life is still long ahead
The two paths we walk in parallel
Well, I have to bury it and miss it
Drifting with the days makes your heart lighter

REMEMBERSHIP TO BRING IN LIFE
Poetry of Thousand Flying Clouds

Every memory is earnestly filled with emotions
Also carries in his heart the word concern
How much do you miss?
The old years have merged with memories

There is an immense nostalgia
It’s when we return to visit the old scene
Lotus pond, garden covered with coconut shade
A place to hide all childhood memories

There is a nostalgia that brings pain
The place where we were born is attached for half of our life
The place to nurture the soul of childhood
Where the wings of the storks lullabies the gentle mother earnestly around the cradle
That memory follows me for the rest of my life
I miss you so much and love you so much
A nostalgia lies deep inside
Wings in the heart of the father’s silhouette!

There is nostalgia that seems so far away
At the age of sixteen, I secretly love and miss
Put the letter hidden in the notebook
I’m afraid that person will laugh so I don’t send it

And the quiet heart meets a very deep nostalgia
In the eyes of an old mother, there is a child who will go forever
He sacrificed himself to get a single life
Those who lie on the battlefield exchange blood and blood for peace

There’s a nostalgia I can’t name
Remembering someone you love dearly
A tender nostalgia
The yearning in my heart does not fade

There are so many very long memories
Carry it with you throughout your life, reminding you
The joys and sorrows, the things we owe
With great gratitude and concern in the human world!
26/9/2018

Poem: MISS YOU

Poetry: Lien Pham

Release your soul to the wind to play with!

Leaning back to remember the immense sea and sky.

Miss you red lips, rosy cheeks

Four seasons Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter… Remembering…

Miss you dearly willow page

Melodies of music, natural thai springs of love.

Miss you virgin hair

Kiss us passionately… dreamy!

Drop love to sow poems

Draw on the words drowsy… Love you.

Sea of ​​love, waves crashing day and night

Clouds drifting on the porch to visit…

Remember every breath, my dear!

My heart is sobbing, playing with sad tears

Where am I now?

Let me miss you all night … months and days!

Poem: REMOVAL REMEMBER

Poetry: Huynh Minh Nhat

He returned to ask Hue: Where are you?

Hue is sad and doesn’t speak, just shakes her head

Gently let go of the summer rain

Stepping back to the cold wind blowing gently

What street corner does Hue hide from you?

Just fade away without any familiar scent

In the middle of the street full of strange laughter

There is sadness with a faint smell of yeast

In the past, I said I only love purple flowers

Why return the mourning white flower soul?

Hue without you is cold and the streets are cold

Lonely brother walks sad and hopeless

Then in the wind, in the clouds and in the sun

Hear a sweet voice far away

He asked if Hue is the sister?

Hue nodded, fading memories…

REMEMBER THE PARENTS THAT WILL BE BRANDED
Poetry by Nguyen Dinh Cuong

We return to visit the old wharf
Where once my father stood on a pole and waited
The wharf is still there, the boat is far away
Did you know the North Bridge?

The sun in May is sweaty eyes
November is cold to cut the skin and cut the flesh
Dad wakes up early, I don’t know when I sleep
At night, the lights go out to the alley to wait for my father

Even at mealtime, my father passed away
Morning and hurry with a bowl of stewed corn in the evening
Seeing that my father’s life is never idle
It’s very difficult, so I don’t know how to brocade flowers.

How many boat trips my father took to pick up people
In the rain, I never knew bored
Despite being poor, my heart is always at peace
Visitors ashore saw happy faces.

Always take care of your children and grandchildren
Know filial piety, join the family union
The words that fathers teach their children to write – understand – absorb
Satisfying father – peaceful sleep golden stream!

I went down to the sea up a thousand
Haven’t fully understood the wharf for a while
Even though I’m far away, I’ll always remember it
My hometown – where there is a BRAND.
*****

Nguyen Dinh Cuong.