Top 20 beautiful poems of poet Dung Bui Tran

WIND TIPS

I dare to draw

Try to paint all kinds of luxuries on the bill
No one will
have the right to judge me good and bad
Because they are also thirsty to turn themselves into hungry ghosts in the night.

I dare to draw

Because inherently
I’m just like a round number rolling around on the porch
A grain of sand
Alone in the midst of contemptuous glances
Of life’s habits
and earthly tongue.

I dare to draw

Just for fun
but there is no need to be earnest
Like the truth
No matter how hard you try to distort it, it still becomes the truth
So don’t worry about it
Because this world always knows right from wrong.

I dare to draw

Absorb sweat
mixed smiles rain and sun fall on the shoulder
Leaving the footprints of time to step through the quiet season
Dispel the pain of studying
less worrying back and forth.

I dare to draw

Ignored
thousands of loving invitations
Practice forgetting to remember
the whole face of the person who likes fake passion
Understanding behind
Sweet always hides the tip of the knife.

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NOVEN CRYCLE

Stone statues

ignorantly yielding to the prostrate

Copper bells unconsciously respect people ringing

Heaven and earth harmonize without confusion

Ocean

boundlessly waved the area.

Five months

accidentally drunk

Tragedy, unconsciously, frivolous sleep

Invisible fame tilts the landscape

The rain and the sun are soundless and dusty.

Proclamation

ungrateful despite bowing

Self-cherishing, tasteless delusion

Horizontal and vertical lifeless gain more

Day and night indeterminately infected with wind and cold.

Happy

heartless despair

Peace of mind suddenly turned upside down

Give up

needless to own

Volunteering will make you happy.

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THINKING OF YOU

I sit down

on the top of the sky fainting

In front of the mist across the lips, blurred eyes

Make happiness tinged with good and evil

I..

I can’t balance.

I try to act

for a happy shoulder

Show off a smile that hides your spicy lashes

Sad block

sobbing happily

I..

I’m full of torn.

I just

Little woman

Craving to be loved

love to share sunshine and rain

I don’t want silver, gold or fame

I..

I know how to say it.

I’m old season

A color black and white

Black every night and white in the old days

Because of the insensitivity of selfish life

I..

I lean too much.

I’m silent

prayer of wish

Please calm down and dispel the storm

Don’t stay to make your heart worry more

I..

I drowned crying.

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STRONG WINNER’S DAY

Till one day

people forget how to love

I don’t know what to hope, to miss

Jealousy ever since

indifferent to fear

Cold, involuntarily tilted.

Till one day

no longer see in each other’s eyes

frenzy

rush

Take it easy

calm before the afternoon appointment

So don’t be weird

because they have realized the necessary part

No need to miss and then stop loving yourself.

Till one day

That love who craves to cultivate

Suddenly calm

never mind

It’s like he’s infatuated

A message

small

make your smile fresh.

Till one day

Time flows smoothly on your fingers

Suddenly tired

feeling protected

Old cuddles

without it, sweetness also becomes bad

So now

in the middle of noisy and crowded streets

Holding hands and smiling

fleeting, rare.

Till one day

maybe that

Quiet footsteps back and forth

They will say

be at peace in the midst of the storm

Wearing raindrops flying

sadness and joy are like leaves and grass

Occasional

dotted with seasonal changes

follow happiness

fragile.

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ALWAYS LATE HAPPINESS.

There are many times

I allow myself to miss you

Longing for a hug

in the midst of all the storms

No need to whisper big love

Mixed sweet or romantic intertwined.

There are many times

I really want to love you forever

Like loving a young eagle

before the cruel winter

Look at the small leaf shivering with each cold

Cold and thin shoulder

drenched in mist.

There are many times

I understand you always have to be strong

But despite being strong

women are still women

Because how to cover the tears of sadness and joy

Long flowing

on eternal memory.

There are many times

I wonder if it’s too late to be happy

So the sad, the sick

pondering through each line of messages

When suddenly my eyes and lips are salty

Life’s dream

reverse time.

There are many times

Our love is not silver and gold

But that warmth is more than a thousand times exchanged, bought and sold

Let’s walk with me through the rain

Let heaven and earth

with witness faith.

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Morning and Rain

Winter morning

rain curtain

Cover your whole face is always shining

In the cold

like cutting flesh

Bow your head

staggered step.

Hands

don’t want now

What do you do when you spread out in the wind?

Self-warming

ignored

small whispers of love

Because of loneliness

stalking

lurking around here.

Sudden stroke

when you see someone

stepped on a quagmire

Mumbling softly

they’ll probably be wet with cold joy

Then lose faith

afraid of the strange black and white laughter

Mid-line in opaque

Swing the oars

trying to push and push.

Did the town wake up?

Or still

closed the door to dream?

Let’s get close together

do not let

The warm air adds distance

The one who remembers

forgetr

The street is empty

and my heart

hasn’t calmed down yet

It started to rain again.

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STORY OF PEOPLE FROM THE CITY

Mist spreading

Sword Lake’s face is dark and light

Cloudy shadow with thin shoulders

The Huc Bridge is fading

waiting for the sun

Handover season to reverse loan repayment.

Indifferent street

no more waiting

Wearing a stupid life in the old place

Under the Pen Tower

on top of Dac Nguyet floor

Falling leaves

card of the temple yard.

Old Ha Thanh

rustling sunset wind

Royal Orchid

fragrant milk flower

Sneak into a happy dream

Startle

tilt the void.

East too!

Happy and sad to become familiar

Remember where Spring is lost

Lower your worries and have to float on the docks

Only stubbornly

pray.

Hanoi Night

Pick up some scattered love

Who’s left on the roadside?

Those who have an excess are not or those who lack enough

half-life

never touched love.

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I FIND ME

An early dawn

I invite me

Please follow the horizon closely

Does it sound like the old saying?

The sky is high and the earth is low.

I see the change of seasons

shabby street

Is it frost on the shoulders?

So the wind blows across the stream of hair

Blow all the sadness out of the dream.

A few people sit and chat on the bare street

Before humiliation, after glory

in the middle of the incline

Leverage

Contradictory acceptance

No good or bad meditating mind.

Suddenly a faint smile on the customer’s lips

Under the distant silver color

Show the old scent verse

Hide eyes

skeptical about life.

I was startled when my shadow

Time – who took it

Leaving here the nostalgia

A little mistress in her twenties.

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MY PEACE

I’m still looking for some peace and quiet
Somewhere
hidden on the edge of the toad shop
A cup of tea, a few words of gossip
A piece of peanut candy mixed with a little peace

I’m still looking for some peace and quiet
In the middle of the street
crowded life
Just a handshake
had to rush to move
But it’s still warm despite the jealousy

I’m still looking for some peace and quiet
Dew drops
on the dark red eagle leaves
Jingle
bell swaying in the wind
The sun smiled softly on a familiar face

I’m still looking for some peace and quiet
Purple sunset, soft falling leaves on the grass
The dust around the footprints just far from the alley
The call of the boat also brings some peace

I’m still looking for some peace and quiet
All four seasons
Heaven and earth turn upside down
How many people rush to turn their hearts into stones
Soon the silence begins
suddenly want to go away

For now
I just realized
Peaceful silence does not need luxury
jostling
Put your trust in the hands of those close to you
For peace
wake up and come back

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PLACE KEEP MY CHILDHOOD

Where to keep my childhood

There is a river
flowing along the red alluvial banks
There is a narrow alley
winding nostalgia
Goodbye sunset
with the ringing of church bells
The heart hides sighs
Afraid of loneliness, slowly follow.

Where to keep my childhood

The leaves of the eagle are still rubbing their eyes and falling asleep
Can’t hear
The lucky pig wind is rustling knocking on the door
On each street’s roof
orchid wings
spread your fingers to knit the summer sunshine.

Where to keep my childhood

Old bridge
Have you woken yourself up yet?
To cover the wind and rain
for ferries day and night back and forth
Somewhere
Floating and floating in the water
Boat title
watch people leisurely cast sentences.

Where to keep my childhood

Want to understand?
jingle, the hair is also gray
And every morning
The old people by the sidewalk bar sit and review memories
Hello Dong appeared
with a simple, peaceful smile.

Where to keep my childhood

Even the landscape
now not shimmering like a fairyland
But no one forgets even the strong taste of milk flowers
Where is the need to instruct and remind?
Because if you go far
Everyone longs to return.

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LOVING A LOVED ONE

There is a leaf

about to turn brown

Remember spring

fondling blue love

But the rain and the sun carelessly become thin

Peduncle, blade, tendon

threadbare

gradually tattered.

There are pages of paper

just yellowed the ink

The fades are scattered throughout the lines of poetry

Infatuation seems to forget responsibility?

Because life is used to worshiping beauty.

There is a wind

often caressed

On the shoulder under the hair when loving

But the sky is cloudy in the afternoon

Quickly let go

wear the breeze for miles.

There is a street

Once upon a time, we walked together

No worries to see happiness at dawn

Suddenly the alley is empty

suffocating strange flavors

Just bewildered

longing for a love glance.

Woman

whispering in front of the mirror

Want to cover up the traces of time

But try harder

Darker eyes and lips

Make the raindrops smudge the bow.

Love the old person

must love every memory

Share episode

sympathy and tolerance

Learn to be patient in the midst of all the berries

Even though tomorrow is the last paragraph

the end.

The promise of a bright future?

Don’t care, respect

sure happy?

Let’s live so that people understand the truth

Engraved shoulders

on an unbreakable fulcrum.

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CHAPTER OF Twelfth

Late night..

I look up
Half moon hanging
half twinkling why worry
Where is the feeling suddenly broken

Late night.

Dawn..

Shadows of clouds hovering over the back of the stairs
Soft, vague rays of sunshine
hurried footsteps
Hide your smile away

Dawn.

sunset

Waves undulating invisible waves
Who waved the oars?
lull the boat to the wharf
Sadness, hapiness
Looking for final happiness
Then accept it

Sunset.

May..

The residual sound of spring is only printed in the bottom of my eyes
The one who nostalgic for the four seasons floats
forgot again
a few names
in front of the mouth of life
Want to ask someone?
will wait

May.

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JOURNEY DREAM

In the dream

I have never seen rain
Because under the eaves, peace always comes to the door
Add someone’s smile
Soothing
no trick filter.

In the dream

Around me
the whole sky shimmers with happiness
Fun
just in time
Dispel the sadness and forget to fly away.

In the dream

Wearing the coming season
bring the north wind
I’m still breathing
holding hands of people walking on the street
Lake view
rolling every little wave
Count the green and yellow leaves in the breath of time.

In the dream

But it seems that youth has ended
I’m quiet
standing on the side of the road looking at the ephemeral flow
Who cares?
also hurry to bet
Make a charm
suddenly faded.

In the dream

Youth now don’t know where has been
Let the conspirators
fake crying and laughing with emotionless people
I have to pretend to be romantic
Change your life
upside down cover life.

My Youth!

There’s still some fire
Please make people warm.

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The Reverse Side of HAPPINESS

Stop!

Stop it man!
Don’t tell me about all the happy things in the future
To lament
that now is not the time for us
Protect night and day
burdened to pay the debt of love.

Stop!

Don’t praise me, I’m so docile and beautiful
But I don’t care that your feelings are littered with scratches
That loving word
I see it as a moment when I bet myself
Body prostrate
hope to change your life.

Stop!

In the changing season, the green leaves turn yellow
the gentle wind has fallen
The law of nature is like the shadow of the dying sunset
Sadness, hapiness
I hid my face
Before meals, the smile gradually disappeared.

Stop!

Maybe I don’t have enough tolerance for thirsty people to roam
So despite adultery
So, please don’t be cynical
Because the heart has long known no pain and cry
Happy long sleep
I have to get up

Hey bro!

The woman in me tries to block the sun
Find and forget
On the corner of the street in the past, the color of memories
Upstream and downstream
Floating in May, spring is hot
The river pretends to be peaceful
slumbering lazily.

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TOUCH YOU IN DREAM

I miss

touching you in poetry

Suddenly the season of longing touches the limit

Touching the happy and sad scene

flamboyant

Salty lovingly touches poetry.

Embodied

mist touches time

Make Dong blush red and touch the eagle

Don’t dare

touch the dreamer

Though she stood and touched with joy.

Wonder

touch more will you dream?

Peace after the storm hits a fool’s shoulder

In front of the sun, it seems to touch my face

My heart lingers

touch rainy day.

Remember the language

You smile, I’m dumbfounded

Moon night

did not come for me to wait

The scent of flowers without wind, how to touch

Sobbing

His soul touches the dream.

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ONE HANOI – ONE ME

Hanoi in the old days

Moss

street roof, road

The wind is brooding

Waiting for loan season to repay love.

Hanoi on rainy afternoons

Leaning back and waving soft shoulders

Big drops of sadness, big and small drops of joy

Ask your heart

Remember or forget?

Hanoi sleepless nights

How many times does the dream close?

The shadow of the moon seeks refuge

Steps

Sit down and count your steps.

Hanoi on hot sunny days

Seem

send someone far away

Happiness upside down

real fake

Crying and laughing with the falling leaves.

Hanoi what I have

It’s me

is a chrysanthemum

It was a time of red flowers

It is a moment of wonderful peace.

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WHEN WHEN?

Crossroads
different intersections..

It’s you standing in the cold winter
Too messy because of the hundred-way love road
Thinking about going together, leaning back and waiting.

Crossroads
different intersections..

Even if happiness never gathers
Spring is in full swing, young shoots are forever green
At the end of the road, the leaves of the season fade.

Crossroads
different intersections..

Summer is drunk, the sun is golden in the doorway
Birds sing the eternal love story
But human life is not as beautiful as a dream.

Crossroads
different intersections..

On the corner of the street full of milk flowers
Fragrance of Com Vong entwined in the fire
Soul fluttering..
thirst of the past.

Crossroads
different intersections..

In front of the stage, the bright aura
Who wants their role to be difficult?
But alas..!!

That scenario is unexpected.

Crossroads
where the distance is not the same..

I’m not thirsty
love change direction

I do not want
near and far away

Try to fold in to receive the pain.

Crossroads
oh four impermanent intervals..

No match..

Doesn’t match..

Not like..

Like the four seasons turn around
hope

Until when?
new distance is zero???

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Em

Em

like a small wave

Lazy ripples on the lake.

Em

turn into the wind

The immense autumn

I dyed it

Summer sun

Heating the cold winter.

Em

make it rain

Let the rainbow appear

Em

dispel the white night

Call for peace on the porch.

Em

is it nostalgia?

Whenever sad

I hope

Em

share happiness

From a warm heart.

Em

sad and happy letters

In every line of English poetry

Em

go to subconscious

Give sweet dreams.

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MOTHER’S DIARY

In social..

Guy – successful businessman

The peak of glory makes many people look up

Peace of mind

good children, good wife

He is always favored and honored by life.

On the occasion of the anniversary..

Organized by the family

Hey good wine

sea ​​and mountain specialties..

Everyone who attended was admiring praise

Only people

on mobile photo

tearful.

That morning..

Accidentally clean moment

The old room

His mother was there for a long time

He reads a couple of lines of the diary slowly

Paper turns yellow

tarnished silver letters.

Hot afternoon..

The tenth day of September

Suddenly, Mother heard her son’s voice:

– Why do you keep pushing the full grain of rice on the counter?

– Where are the eyes?

– I’m so upset!

– Old woman..!!

Mom suddenly remembered..

Every time I fall

Mom smiled softly, sweeping, wiping

Because I understand

Young and old are often confused

Must love

Don’t be grumpy or grumpy.

Twenty-eighth night..

Cold October wind

My mother never lost her sweater

I shouted:

– She slurred smugly..!

– Withered and trembling body

– Sorry..!!

Forgotten day..

before my scolding

– The old lady likes to keep old things

– The creaking night is hard for anyone to sleep

– Don’t listen..

pretending to be deaf, a mess.

Stupid mom..

I’m afraid I’m sad to ask

Remember the child who asked excitedly

Then hyperactive

naughty, naughty play

But day and night

Mother empathizes gently.

Upside down life..

the rule of young turning old

Fun time

when sick, sick

I really want my family next to me

share

What’s wrong with more worries?

Mom is sad.

Being bullied..

but the mother is angry

Because I’m Mother’s child

that’s all!

Mai closed her eyes

Mom will be next to Dad

Only love a single child in the middle of the world.

Read it there..

Tears blur the page

Choking guy:

– I am ungrateful..

– Mommy!

– Now I’m sorry, Mom, who can hear me

– The hoarfrost clouded the earth and the sky.

Who still has a mother..

Please bow your head to think

How to live properly as a child

Don’t be bad at helping your caregivers

The table is full

Will Mom satisfy the delicious food?

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NIGHT MAKES YOU WITH ME

I’m late

you should bow your head in concern

The night looked at me with tolerant eyes

Whisper said:

– Rain! Don’t fall anymore..

Because his heart is exhausted.

Rain heard that

sudden silence

If you let go halfway, you’ll see the river gently

So is the river

stir up the deep stream

Night Wish – I can vent my heart.

Comforting Wind:

” – Hey man about thinking

– Missing the village with many pieces upside down

– It was a lovely night to accept you as a friend

– There are so many empty-handed people out there..! “

**

– Yes! I understand and thank you so much Night

– Just for Me, Missing Moon Season

– I was tormented, the night immediately shared

– A moment of peace in the eternal void.**

Since then

every time the color is monotonous

I look for the big and small night, sad and happy stories

Good night

give me the color of hope

Draw faith in happiness in life.

#DBT.