HAPPY HOME
Son Nu’s Poetry
Summer is back, I’m still looking forward to it
May is far away, waiting for it to run out
There are species of cicadas withered and forgotten in the afternoon
The old crocodile changed his shirt because of you
I came back when the phoenix was still green
Childhood tamarind goods have now turned into memories
Next June I don’t come anymore
Purple with mausoleum has left the street for the season
My way back lost love story rain
Wet the moment I wait for someone far away
Quiet street
Wait for me
Cold days of separation
Land of Lang this afternoon
Warm and dream again
Feeling sad, or has the street changed?
SON NEU 28/5/2020
Farewell School Age
Purple Sunset Poetry
I went back to visit my old school
My heart flutters like it’s just now
Reminds me of so many emotions
When I was in school, now I’m sad
Remembering the overflowing moment
Breaking up can’t bring heavy sadness
Where is the moment of dreaming?
Looking at the red phoenixes, my heart flutters
Now somewhere a wish
Go back to visit the old school and send inscriptions
Just a hug
Then again, say goodbye, people.
HHT 17.5.2020
BETWEEN SUMMER DAYS
Poetry by Bui Thi Que Anh
The school yard is always sunny
The phoenix flowers are burning in the sky
The sound of cicadas burning
You know what to say!
Intermittent blue sky
The clouds are gone
The old oak tree is dry and thirsty
Eagerly waiting for the rain to fall!
The page of the book you are opening
Every drop of sunshine woven together
Sunshine in the window
The sun hits the shoulder…
The girl in the classroom
Still passionate about hard work
I saw it in the lecture
How full of emotions!
The ticks keep calling out
The phoenix is burning in the sky
On every open book page
How many drops of sweat…
(21 / 5 / 2020)
PHONG HONG
Poetry by Nguyen Cao Cam
Pink phoenix blooms buds
Blooming pure red rose scent
Bright golden sunshine
Sparkling, sparkling, beautiful and unusual
Cicadas chirping in the school yard
Humming a song that enthralls the soul
Smiley voice
Flattering bright student shirt
Enjoy the color of the virgin shirt
Our poetic souls together
Even though the color of the phoenix flower is pale
Teacher’s love means you are deep and passionate
The gentle jade-shaped deer eyes
Pink balls show off each row of girls
Pink age with a beautiful smile
The charm of a girl with a blooming body
Summer is about to come and be surprised
After school, say goodbye to many flutters
Every page is suffocating
Dreaming of loving and remembering the waves in my heart
The school yard is red with pink phoenix
The sound of brain ticks is lulling the soul
Farewell to nostalgia
Frustrated, agitated, withered in mind
The old phoenix tree is quiet and gentle
The wide spreading foliage seems to feel nostalgic
The colors of flowers and colors of memory stretch
Share sympathy, whose eyes are teary
Summer comes, phoenix blooms
Blooming with rich red colors to bring incense
At the time of separation from school
Full of nostalgia for the sad phoenix.
Hanoi: May 16, 5
Purple Flowers
Minh Xuyen Poetry
Bang Lang, dye the whole road purple
Hoa miss who loves so much?
The rose petals are curved like your lips are sullen
My heart is dreaming at that moment.
Bang Lang, you are gentle and dignified
Don’t believe the words of the wind
Avoid the Cloud guy, don’t listen to the confession
Tell me that I… already have a place.
Bang Lang ah, so gentle…just right
A little mischievousness to make life more flavorful
Original purple please don’t be sentimental
Be your own soul mate.
Still quietly not showing off shimmering colors
Enough for you to send your sincere heart there
It’s raining again, please don’t waver
Let the sunset… we can wait forever.
Passionate purple… give me a dream
Minh Xuyen May 8, 5
PURPOSE FLOWERS
Poetry: Nghi Lam
Where to go, only pink phoenix
How heartbroken is the purple mausoleum?
Remember when you invited me
Give him a flower branch to give love
Pretty cheeky girl
Relaxing white shirt shimmering in the school yard
How many problems do you hear?
Who do you love when looking at purple mausoleum?
Ha ha, how wonderful
Cicadas chirping and fluttering
Write a guestbook page to give
I still miss the sad tears
Know that tomorrow will still have the same path
Or is it a couple breaking up
Let love fade
Forget the age of dreaming side by side
Summer is coming so quickly
LOOKING WITH PURPOSE MISSING YOU!
Saigon, the evening of May 07, 5
Purple Flower
Lu Chau’s Poetry
You are so purple that my soul trembles
Dreams that are far away suddenly come rushing back
The side of the alley was empty once, I missed seeing it
Then love people, adventurers love the countryside.
The old days recede to purple
Counting the days goes by like water far from the source
I locked the door of silent love
Lock you up with half of the sadness.
The bird sings outside the door frame
The sad cricket sings with the moonlight
I want to soar the birds of the sky again…
But I’m afraid to lose my fingerprints.
We are waiting for more purple flowers to bloom…
I have never pardoned a life partner
Love so much that the gold stone also broke
Where, I’m a bit confused…
WHAT DOES THE PURPOSE DO!
Poetry: Hoang Minh Tuan
Just look at the purple color
It’s that you see the heartache again
May full of phoenix
But you gave me a tombstone… why?
Let him be infatuated
Fall in love with the white shirt and come back with me
The old summer is passionate and sweet
I still remember the old love
At the end of many farewells
The way back to listen to the music of the heart
Farewell to those who remember and wish
How many lines to share in the guestbook?
The month of this year is back again
Bang Lang is still swearing
I leave the pain
Remembering that day, tears wet my eyes
WHAT DOES THE PURPOSE DO!
May comes again, I don’t come back!
Hanoi, November 7, 5
H…
Poetry by Tran Hai Loc
I carry the summer wandering around the city
The sun follows, the familiar little path,
The season to see off Spring, summer with drunkenness
Old alley, sunshine peeking through the curtain
Summer plays with every wind
Leave me with the red phoenix
Drifting under the immense purple
By bragging, forever engraved with loyalty
Summer noon symphony next to the phoenix street
The beautiful chorus of “The Son Thang”
The sun is swinging the Ao Dai
The gentle rhythm of lifting the martyrs
Summer sitting and counting carefree waves
Slithering up the beach stroking each dune
The sun flutters on the salty pink lips
The wind resounds the kite flute music
It’s so soothing after sunset every afternoon
Sweet words on a moonlit night, a little romantic love
Summer is hot but full of generosity
Carefree sunshine in the midst of showers.
05.5.2020
HAPPY REMEMBER THAT
Author: Dao Manh Thanh
Do you hear the sound of Cicadas calling?
The bright yellow sun knocks over the blue sky
The phoenix tree seems to add red color to the top of the branch
Each bunch of flowers swaying happily in the wind
Do you see May about nostalgia
The old school roof was once heart fluttering
The wind involuntarily crowned bright pearl eyes
I blushed more blushing
I still remember the afternoons in the summer sun
The phoenix wings fell on our way back
Whispering wind harmonizes with ticks
It’s strangely full of passion
Remember that day when the exam season was in such a hurry
The day of parting with the phoenix has faded away
The sun is still trying to slow down the steps
Immense wind carrying mournful afternoon skin
Do you know Ve Ngan is still busy?
Calling the old man farewell
Phuong is still pink in the yellow sunshine
But earnestly the waves of the waterfall fall.
Hai Phong: May 29, 5
I WAITING FOR YOU
Poetry: Hoang Minh Tuan
HA is now back on the street,
COME BACK, I miss you!
Dyeing for deep purple with lentils,
SOUND like a message to you in May!
GOLD, the color of the old days, is still the same,
DREAM one day we’ll be together again!
Our love before and after,
FLOWERS love will dye phoenix drunk!
How many days they have been waiting, I don’t know,
How many times has the red phoenix bloomed?!
How many nights have I pondered,
WAIT, hope to get married tomorrow!
Waiting for you to return passionately to give,
You and I rekindled the old love,
HAPPY HAS BEEN DYNAMIC GOLD,
I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.
Hanoi, November 20, 05
MY LOVE
Poetry Khanh Ha MaiLan
Thousands of flowers shine in the yard
Beloved, you step closer to me
Gently I sit down
Bring the sweet scent of passionate life
Your love is sweet and ecstatic
As vast as a cloud in the sky
My dear smile
Glitter wet eyes, radiant lips…
If I do… wake up my heart
I love you dearly, heaven and earth bloom
I come bursting with joy
Thousands of blooming flowers…I’m Love!!!
REMINDER
Poetry: Nguyen Hien
See, Phuong is on fire
Lower the ripe red trees on the branches
The sun is full of heavy shaking beams
But the oath, the promise is forever green
What do you pour into the fragile years?
Why do troubled memories never say goodbye?
Who broke their promise, who pushed themselves in two ways?
The old street corner carries a life of love
I put on the domain of nostalgia
Let those who stay, those who go are always anxious
Phuong is still burning in this heart, foolish
Only one person forgets the street…
……street waiting!
CHM28/5/20
MEMORY SUMMER TRANSFER.
Poetry Rain Drops
Do you know when Ha comes back early?
Pink phoenix as a reminder of love
Purple mausoleum is brilliant all over the road
Ves play the passionate song of the memory season.
Drops of sunlight fall on the street corner
The transition of seasons lifts your feet slightly
Feel every whisper of the wind
Touch the nostalgia engraved in the heart.
Purple petals fall on slanting shoulders
At the end of the road, the flowers and sunshine are fluttering
Passionately intoxicated with sweet lips
Every moment…
Cherish the season of love… Summer miss…!!!
MAY US
Poetry by Pham Tan Dan
The time when the white shirt flies
Cover up the sunshine here, who’s shadow
Indifferent drops of memory of grace set
The summer morning is full of both sides of the boat
Leaving Chim Quyen’s nest
Give or give you the curse of fading
The moon hangs long and anxious
The lotus pond spreads the rose petals
Floating clouds, mountains and rivers
Anchor oars planted apricot forest
Purple May is waiting
Love weaves student childhood.
HA XIAN XAO
Nam Bui’s Poetry
Behold, the lotus leaves the lake’s face
Water hyacinth wandering along the shore of the orphaned waves
I smell radiant
And he floats along the stream
Just love you and miss you phoenix
Just love the hoarse cicada in summer sleep
Change the season to tell my story
The time of excitement and passion!
With purple mausoleum waiting
Poetry by Pham Thi Hong Thu
April is cold and rainy again
Spring is still longing, has not come summer yet
With purple mausoleum the whole sky
Loving and remembering full of heart
Sad people waiting for the whole crowd
End of spring and wait for summer and don’t want to come back
Who is still engrossed?
Loving someone who embraces an unfading vow
With purple mausoleum long night
With purple mausoleum waiting for someone’s heart to get tired.
DREAM FRIENDS
Huong Giang’s Poetry
Dreams meet dreams
Summer goes to the sea, thirsty for waves
Heaven weaves dreams of many memories
The pen that rhymes with thousands of poems
The phoenix fire burns the heart like blood
Where are the men urging them to wait
The river of love and moon shines with love
Dreams meet dreams!
PHUONG VO
Poetry by Tran Nhuan
Oh phoenix! Blooming red and sunny in May
Intoxicatingly beautiful on windy summer afternoons
Is the phoenix red or my heart burning?
Brilliant morning vibrations in the afternoon!
Oh phoenix! Blooming red in front of the school gate
Let me remember the age when students came to class
Memories of pen and paper and ink
The phoenix season is about to wake up to the exam season!
The parting session, I crinkled my eyelids
Far away from the phoenix tail, he went to the army
Standing next to you, why is my heart confused
Pink phoenix! Speak for love!
The marching road is steep and steep
Nostalgia for windy afternoons
The ao dai flies me to the side of the alley
Oh May! Red phoenix flowers in the countryside!
RECALL
Lan Vuong’s poetry
The sun goes down to find the old days
To return to the youth of twenties
Foolish words are given enough times
The gentle sun shines on the lips
How many seasons has the phoenix burned?
The promise is still green
Worrying forever in the area of love who once thought
Who pushed me into a fragile stone
Suddenly came across an unfinished love poem
Should be startled to go astray on a wild road
Old bicycles worn out in the old days
The scene is here, where is the old person back?
Afternoon, sunset, smiling proudly
The sun accidentally stole the fire of the heart
Phuong cried for her life so much
The glorious moment is now shimmering?
