I HAVE BEEN APRIL
Hoang Oc
I share you a season of white lilies
Early summer, red eyes waiting for each other
I love you so much every night… painful to miss
Ignore the lights late at night looking forward to each other for a long time
I’m old but the love is very new
Like a rose petal in a flight
Lips have curved with many storms
A little crease has not faded the ecstasy
I share with you a fragrant April
The night dew drops gently melt in the middle of recovery
Loving leaves are tender and passionate on the street corner
I spend the night… a pink mark divided in half
A little pink fade like lullaby for the rest of life
I’m not too late halfway
Love is very new like the sun at night
Towards the far side… where my love is dazzling.
Nostalgia for April
Poetry by Pham Thi Hong Thu
April and summer are still around
Miss Ban is still at the beginning of the alley
Probably love her husband too busy to remember
The sun loves her so she dances far away
April about this beautiful lily
Waiting for someone who is still a pure color
Still white for anyone to regret
When I was foolish, I did not dare to open the flower
April is still busy lazing
After school, still wandering around waiting for summer
Let people falter in strange streets
Love the fragrant trumpet, who is good
Happy April, hand in hand
Don’t expect summer to say goodbye
Like a trumpet that loves April dearly
Hoa understands her heart even more in April
Oh trumpet! Carefree days
Now regret only more regret
Who dreams of pure flower lovers
It’s time to pass and now it’s time to dig up…
11/4/2020
BACK APRIL
Lan Vuong’s poetry
Summer is pale in April
The small alley is afraid of the sound of the wind
A few rays of sunlight softly let go of unspoken words
The smell of lilies in the new sunshine
Spring has gone to give way to summer half-time
Those who stay forget to miss in a hurry
Keep walking in the midst of the hustle and bustle of life
Who accidentally before the end of April
Yes, far away from the old moss color
Faintly calling clouds floating down the street
The bud is just budding
Cherish the afternoon of pure memory
You know, the old season is over
My heart is still recovering from the summer sun
Small shoulders, rattan hair is too skinny
Missing a person… carrying the whole month of April fell…
1/4/2020
FLEXIBLE SPEAKER
Poetry: Nguyen Thi Hong Hanh
April is bright and sunny
White lilies gently bloom.
A light scent that flies away
Ecstatic in the wind la da with dew.
April leaves a problem
Loudspeakers down the white street, fragrant streets.
Hesitantly stopped by the side of the road
Looking at flowers reminds me of my lover’s appointment.
April weighs a vow
The day the lilies bloom, we come back together.
April recorded first love
White lilies with a neutral color.
April is full of love
As beautiful as the shimmering white lily
April, don’t forget
Faithful love is steadfast in the heart.
5/4/2020
WRITING FOR THE SPECIAL PERFORMANCE
Phan Thu Ha
We are entering the month of April
Bewilderedly remember the season of trumpets down the street
Whispering the pure white lilies blooming
Skip April Fool’s Day
The drizzling rain on the vanity street
Wet your eyes wet all the troubled lives
Love those who have not had a day off
Fighting the raging pandemic is like fighting foreign invaders
The season of lilies reminds me of the years
White Ao Dai I fly like the color of budding flowers
Carrying the flowers and leaving the scent on the street
Fragrance in a dream
This season is one of April
The street is empty, is the flower shop still across the street?
Has anyone come back through the small alley?
Send me some love
LOVE
Son Nu’s Poetry
I came back to pick up the wings with the old mausoleum
Purple is faithful for a time in love with people
On the roadside sad rice flowers fall
The season of howling birds will be missed forever
Jade orchids on the doorstep are in full bloom
The scent of the past season, I would change my heart
Three-passenger love boat sank in the river
Two people adrift but can’t see the shore
Pure white waiting forever
Clinically bright yellow pistil
Loudspeakers bear the sound of polymaths
April changed clothes and missed my fate
SN April 16, 4
APRIL… FLOWER COLORS REMEMBER
Nguyen Hung’s poetry
April is coming…The colors of flowers and colors
Come to me but think so far away
Dreaming of the beloved ones in life
Full of ambition of a promised time
White lily flower color woven braided
Of nostalgia, the sun gently comes to full
The moment of idyllic change of seasons, infatuated
The small rainy street is worn out by nostalgia
Purple oval branch with brilliant flower clusters
Faithful purple hastily bloomed gently
Who is the first love of that love?
In a lonely corner, sad looking
Fragile confetti still adorns
The wind flutters the heart, making it foolish
Like the love we give forever
A moment of indifference in regret
Swallow wings carry Spring very quickly
Bring summer to invite the sound of cicadas
The sentence of love is still somewhere in the distance
The color remembers a bit of sadness
STORY OF SUMMER FLOWERS
Poetry: Tony Bui
Love summer..
Beautiful, thousands of flowers bloom
White lilies are brilliant in the morning
Phalaenopsis orchid shows off its purple color
The white lily flower in someone’s garden is fragrant
Summer day returns..
Let your heart yearn
A love song full of similar songs
Pink phoenix paints the beauty of words
The bud of Spring, the real and unreal domain is forever
Love summer..
Because the soul is young again
Mong Uyen Uong is still afraid to confess her love
Still in love with the beauty of Miss Kieu
With purple mausoleum of love Kim Trong
Summer day returns…
Let our hearts wait
The moment of changing seasons to build a dream of a predestined life
I love you always willing to keep the same love
Together we are always happy!
Dortmund – Deutschland
17/04/2020
APRIL BACK
Poetry: Minh Triet
Do you remember about April?
The purple heart of the roadside mausoleum has bloomed
When I first met you, I was still confused
Sitting together, we pick up fallen petals
In April, the sun shines yellow everywhere
The wind changes the seasons, the first summer thunderstorms
The familiar small street now looks strange
Purple dreams all the way
April is full of love stories
The schoolyard’s phoenix blooms brilliantly
Squeeze fresh flower branches into notebook pages
School age wishes for an exam season
April is about sad parting
Cicadas ram ram in the middle of a fiery summer
Under the old phoenix, it evokes nostalgia
We give each other abundant emotions
April, the ethereal loudspeakers
As pure as the white virgin ao dai
Through your alley every afternoon is sunny
What summer is empty of flowers
Lilies bring pride
The old memories are slowly fading into oblivion
Regret parting with romantic first love
So many problems have been deposited until now
When April came back, I suddenly found myself playing with it!
REMEMBER OLD APRIL
Poetry in the Region of Memories
I heard April coming in the sound of the wind
In the hot sun on the ancient tower
In the poem at the end of spring… poorly written
And in the color of the poet’s eyes
I heard the words of April on the waves of the sea
On the purple flowers
From the attic next door echoes a painful song
Love the flower seasons
Is spring with you yet?
Have you heard the heart whisper in the left chest
Have you heard that the seasons of love are slowly reviving
Or at the end of the road, there’s still only you
April is coming
phoenixes ascend to the throne
Crimson red like the color of the heart
… iron
Having a memory is like a thousand eyes
Looking into the soul, half of the painful love
6/4/2020
APRIL AND REMEMBER
Poetry of Nga Vu
April about nostalgia is too immense
Flowers bloom again in the afternoon waiting
I don’t know where to find a great love
Exhausting the season – commercializing a flower season
The street hesitated in a circle of smoke passing by
Can only keep the scent of the old days
In the heart of love in the middle of a dream
Maybe it’s okay for once
April is here, I’m still me
Still worrying in silence
Still waiting for someone to go with a white flower
Still hoping to smell the love season again
I’m still waiting for a month
full of solitude…
me!
REMEMBER APRIL FLOWERS
Poetry of Dao Manh Thanh
April is sunny
Show off pure white
The scent is intoxicating with the wind blowing
Walking in the golden sunshine
Behold the gentle shadow
In the maze of flowers bloom
Bright smile
Surprised by the whole flower
April has come again
Listen to nostalgia
What’s in it?
Can you understand my heart?
The afternoon wind whistles
Years have passed
Pure color in white
Following the fading sun
Oh… earnestly golden sunshine
Take me back to the past
Years of adventure
Still heavy on flower season…
Hai Phong: May 21, 4
LOVE SONG FOR YOU
Mrs-Le’s Poetry
I sing you April love song
It’s my heart that’s shining in summer
Spring has not passed, but the heart is still very earnest
Still as passionate as we were together
Where do you hide in April when you come back to Moc Mien?
White lilies are still a pure color
The afternoon rain reminds me of each other
Which foot is still far away..
Do you have a love song for us?
Even though the spring is dry, it is still salty for the years
A little old scent in romantic arms
Let’s wait and wait for the next April
Saigon July 17, 4
INTO THE FAMILY
Poetry by Hoang Trong Loi
Every time the end of spring, the scene of summer comes
Oh wow, the sky is so bustling
Bang Lang waved the bee bud
The phoenix spreads flowers and butterflies on the neighboring island
The color of the school yard is always respectful
Perfume fills the classroom forever
Dreaming of drums, where is it late
Full of joy spread on all sides
16 04 2020
APRIL AT HOME
Poetry Nguyen Thi Khanh Ha
Purple lilac shirt
Easy but graceful
The scent of life, silently spreading
Fragile, flowers
An april she na
Can’t leave the house
Can still be with flowers
In the sunshine of April
A little taste left over
Of the lingering spring
Nurturing seeds for fruit trees
Lush young green immense
Beside flowers, gentle heart
Like a blooming spring
The future we aim for
Translate and soon it will pass…
COLORS
Author: Duong Quoc Nam
Summer just in time to say goodbye to spring,
RETURN to the old place where the rain fell.
PHUONG sows flamboyant colors,
Blooming flowers to light the fire of heaven and earth.
ALWAYS satisfy the king’s problems,
The flower path is impermanent, my dear.
VE singing lullabies lullabies,
Singing songs for people far away.
SUCCESSFUL love comes to an end,
Sing lullabies with a smooth, ecstatic melody.
“The more you shake, the more full you are”
VUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUu
SEND many golden memories,
LOVE is always beautiful when it’s still in love.
HOW TO HAVE A ROAD BY THE ROAD,
VE NGUYEN SINGING SO MUCH TO SEND LOVE.
EARLY SEASON HEALTH.
Poetry: Russia.
Phuong secretly cherished the flower buds.
Waiting for the month of May to shine brightly.
Blooming lilies of the proud early summer.
Pure white, the color of the student’s shirt.
April about weaving poems.
Sua flowers fall white and fall all the way.
Purple Xoan flowers hesitantly tilt their wings.
Falling gently when Spring has passed.
Summer is coming back like waking up from a dream.
The cold, she still regrets.
The shirt I knitted is sure to be worn in time
The border is still cold, isn’t it?
I love you so much, I love you too, Ban.
Hold on when your shirt is knitting slowly.
My love shirt is brocade.
With the heart of a wife far away.
Bang Lang is in full bloom this season.
Purple Thuy Thuy always loves.
I wish one April you were there.
Back together in the early summer sunshine.
April 4, 4.
SUMMER DELIVERY…
Poetry by Tran Hai Loc
Open in April, the wind rushes with the scent
Loc Vung curtain, let go of bright red and pink
April weather has a smiling face
Iridescent light pink Do Quyen
April Street, full of color lilies
You are elegant, gentle and pure
Drunk woman, heart fluttering
See the wonderful flower in the middle of the world
Miss Saigon… fluttering Golden Scorpion
Immerse yourself in the midst of the hot sun
Charming beauty… My dear! Full of words
See you in May, let’s reunite again.
Summer brings, sudden showers
Wash off the tiny petals of Crocodile petals
Old April, longing for whispers
O mai Sau – message people to go that year!
16.4.2020
A FIRE BALL
Poetry by Phan Duong
The room is a few meters across
Every day feels like it’s getting bigger
Time suddenly came, suddenly passed
The stairs seem to be three or four times high
Going far away, my feet hesitated
Moss calls the youth back
Anchor the soul of the city, miss the soul of the countryside
Sometimes it’s empty, sometimes it’s messy
Like the river remembers the shadow of the boat
Life when receiving, when giving has been
Remember the night in a hammock sleeping in the forest
Why are my eyes tearing up alone
Remember your teammates when you die
A time of shared suffering, where is it…
May is long enough
For each hair on a frizzy head
Waking up at night, dreaming day
Friends then, who are there now?
Time must have been long enough
Let the heart understand what is on the shoulder
Stairs, hard to walk
Worried about a distant wild sunflower
Hanoi April 13, 4
WELCOME
Poetry: Huong Giang
April about lilies bloom everywhere
The scent is passionate but strangely fragile
Every gentle white in the leaves
Like the first day I send my love…
April about how much to keep
The summer rain calls for a deserted wave?
Then all of a sudden the sky bursts with sunshine
Exciting, revitalizing, with the heartbeat.
Ears listen to the sound of a bird
In the midst of such a fresh star space!
Eyes looking at each other instead of words to tell
April comes, and like that…April.
There was a time when I suddenly asked if
The east wind keeps making it cold?
Suddenly wishing for a sparkling April
Existence returns lovingly…
April comes in warm sunshine and flowers
White lilies suddenly become pure
With love that keeps rolling fiercely
Between heaven and earth mingled with joyful songs!
