Top 20 beautiful poems of poet, professor, and doctor Phung Dac Cam

With tears in my eyes, I ate a piece of cake

The older you get, the more delicious pieces of life you get

Missing my parents when I was born

Every year the party until the tenth of January

Chou chiu fight for money

I love my children, I love my grandson, mold the ball of cake

Fragrant cake is the taste of homeland

Walk with me all the way far away from home

Eat and remember when we were young

Remember the rice fields, remember the way back to the dream

How beautiful is our motherland

The meandering nib swings the horizon

Drum and rowing mother bring the cradle

The fragrant cake of the life bestowed.

19 / 1 / 2015.

Don’t be dumb, don’t be as silent as a snail

Come back to poetry, to the old life

Life is still as beautiful as poetry used to be

Welcoming spring in all desires

Don’t hide what you’re thinking

Think of poetry as a friend to express

Traditionally, poetry is still a trilogy

And go with us for a happy life.

Bangkok, the night of January 24, 1.

Donate to Quyen

Rice season in autumn

Red fallen leaves

Hey Hanoi

The place where you are

The shape of the afternoon is as green as the water of Sword Lake

I was stunned in the middle of Hanoi’s autumn

Like bewildered by your charm

Sesame flower buds and virtual beads

Like your eyes sparkling magically

I’m still sad when you’re gone

Like a lucky pig wind in the morning

Like a cloud that flies away

Miss you indescribably in the middle of the afternoon

I was blown away by the flow of people in the old town

I’m surprised that you’re next to me

Where’s your voice, where’s your charming smile

I wistfully miss the soft arm

The autumn rain suddenly came to my heart

Wet leaves slightly dew in the heart of the old town

The season of fragrant rice on the wind

Whose shirt is like a green lotus leaf?

Where do we love autumn do we accidentally

Like I love you forever.

I come back to the green field

With the scent of grapefruit flower, with orchid branch

Wandering by the village’s bamboo ramparts

The fountain flows year round indifferently

Childhood cool bath water

My mother’s song is still singing

In the distance, the yard is empty

People enjoy the bamboo festival season, peach bibs

The old alley leads us in

Where is the mother’s look every afternoon

On the moonlit night, my father flies a kite flute

Count how I wish for far away things

Bright harvest in May

Golden rice paddies, silkworms release silk

Someone’s house is dreaming

There’s someone here who wrote poetry for me

Beautiful home forever beautiful bamboo

The song is deeply imbued with the sentiments of our homeland.

Same time Truong Son

Sharing a lump of fish sauce, holding rice squeezed out of the forest

Share the chilling fever

Quinin is bitter in the mouth, the road is still far

Together in a hammock in the jungle

Sitting by the stone stream drinking tea in the homeland

Let’s climb steep slopes in slippery rain

The gulf of commandos lurks around us

The plane is the most afraid of the old lady

But then it doesn’t make me feel discouraged

A life and three months of Truong Son

Deepen the core of the path of war

The path of a green beginning

No matter how bumpy or thorny

Iron lipstick friendship does not fade

Sharing a tunnel to avoid the long night cannons in the East

Today by the red fire

Hanoi’s blue night is so sad

Everlasting forest friend Truong Son

Forget a milestone in life.

3/2006.

Have a nice morning

The forest in front of the alley is forever green for four seasons

Please give me an afternoon nap

In the distance, birds sing and sway in love hammocks

Let the wind cool

The scent of corn from the blue river water blows

Please give me the smell of country smoke

The scent of straw clings to childhood

Please give me a moment of bewilderment

Then forget about aimlessly with life.

Christmas season 2016.

Give Phuong Anh

Even though I still remember the red sky in March

Floating on the water, wind and rain

Then April came rushing back

On the field of early sunshine emitting intoxicating scent

April came back ecstatic like a girl’s rice

Sobbing in love season

Swallows fly away to welcome summer again

The sky is bluer as if I want to say many things

April, the month of color change

Your lips are red with a charming smile

That love warms a dreamland

Where the new sun shines on the horizon

April, full of memories

Dear Saigon, that time welcomed me back

Victory day will never be forgotten

The city is full of passionate moments.

Long Bien, April 14, 4

Rain is not sad

Because the rain washes the dust of the world

I bathed in that refreshing rain

You come back like the wind

Dry your skin

The rain is still falling, the wind is still blowing

I sleep in a good dream

Tomorrow dawn

Tomorrow will come

I hope for a rain

Shake off the sadness of war

to catch your good wind, my dear!

Late 3/7/73, Compongcham, Cambodia

A cool breeze in the morning

Miss you one day away

At noon, the sun is bright and different

Miss you lying under the roof

In the afternoon, the stormy waves roared

Love you in that land, the road is slippery

At night, cozy lights

I love you – a lonely shadow

I’m full of love

Sometimes nostalgia.

Late, 3/7/73.

Late at night, a glimpse of spring

Suddenly happy, why suddenly sad

The fun is not over yet

Sadness in the depths of the heart is heavy

Spring is green and green

The confluence of the Duong River in the old countryside

The well is also the banyan tree

Fairy village gate, dear roof

Why are we still confused

Haven’t got a simple thing yet

Come on, dare to calculate the truth

What’s the problem, the last road of autumn

Gone are the days of darkness

Malaria deep forest, blind future

30 years is a long time

Life is not easy for anyone to be stupid

Spring comes to wake up from a dream

Tomorrow or when will spring be happy?

Spring rain cools human footprints

Wet dew grass clear blue sky

I wish the age of walking leisurely

with me in a peaceful heart

Life is so hard

Not wise is foolish, foolish is crazy again

joy does not overwhelm sorrow

Who can blame only their fate

Even if you have a hundred ways to make a living

I just want a little bit of peace.

New Year of the Dog.

Where you are, I come back

The wind is fluttering in the summer night with the moon hanging

The road goes to several streams and passes

How many slopes spread so much love

Cherish the beautiful memories

Today before dawn I come back

The forest stream rang in the middle of the night

Longing to see you under the summer moon

This is a familiar land

used to manipulate the light bulb how to divide

this is the day i go

The hair still lingers on the fragrant hometown love

This place has a heavy meaning in my heart

I don’t know, I’ve been wishing for days

Now it’s warm again

Lullaby hammock, lulling our days forever

love is not afraid of the distance

No need to ask just know where you are.

1,2,3,4/10/1974 – Loc Ninh, Lo Go.

Midlands of the homeland

But go away forever to a far away place

Missing home deeply on the embankment

Miss you forever remember the afternoon dating

I love you I love a boat

The boat is empty, waiting for you to hear the sound?

Fiery rice flowers by the river

Hoa, do you know the heart of separation?

Flowers are the essence of the homeland

Let the flowers light the fire to fascinate people

O my expatriate

Come here to warm your lips for a date

Come here to make old love again

Oh my dear, like a dream every day.

Inspiration with poets about rice flowers, Covid-19 epidemic, March 20, 3.

April comes back to remember April of that year

How do you feel

It so beautiful

Passing through Cui hamlet

Lying in a hammock in the rubber forest

Longing for the day to come back

Then Cu Chi smoke and fire

Through Trang Bang, the road to triumph

The two sides of the road are brilliant with flags and flowers

At that time, I did not dare to dream far

Just looking forward to a reunion one day

Suddenly the country broke

The once-in-a-lifetime event

You and me on the same dream train

Enter the proud city

Saigon night, day named century

Excited, the country turned page

April 30 glorious nation

Where you and I meet together

April is full of nostalgia

To this day, April worries

The country has undergone many changes.

19 / 4 / 2019.

Rice flowers challenge the sun

In the middle of a green rice field, a girl

The spring sun-kissed eagle buds are engrossed

Weaving a picture of the countryside

Litchi flowers luxuriant

Waiting for a ripe red day

The worm passes the branches in front of the alley

Summer is coming soon

Nature is constantly changing

My heart has so many endless sorrows

The rhyme is not timely

Give me a minute of peace

Oh dear, a spring calls

Is there still indifference?

Inspiration, April 10, 4.

Whose love is easy for each other

Lucky grass I picked up, who brought melancholy

Human love is inherently superstitious

Missed a life of pale pink face

I’m going to the heavens far away

The grass I remove, my hometown, I love it.

On the afternoon of March 28, 3

You take me back to the old place

18 years already

Back today

Still a green road under the pale yellow sun

Lead us to where we live

This is the school you go to

Still a quiet brown color

The gravel road wobbles

Cool blue goods

Houses showing off seven colors

Take me back to the past

undulating church

Bustling central market

A cup of hot coffee on a summer day

At the foot of the Huddinge hospital bridge

I took you to the bus station

Going back to Masmos

From the water tower road

To the yellow grass

The two sides of the fairy green forest

The old days passed

Looking back today

Cruel time

But the old place eagerly welcomes us back

Like a son coming back to visit his hometown

Indescribable grief.

Flemmingberg in June 6.

Confused knowledge, sublime science

How can I reach out to the humble talent?

Today’s success is from how many failures

From the sweat and blood of friends

I’m just a country boy

groping

Passion

In the middle of a dense forest.

On the occasion of being appointed as a professor in October 10.

Knowing is two words love each other

Until the pain is far away

A long night with a lantern

Lonely with half a pink pillow divided in half

Love you that far away land

A willow tree in the middle of a shady life

I love you thousands of miles away from the mountain

sick who knows, who knows

Believe you have enough days

Seasoned and bitter sunshine and rain have been

Loyalty carved bones

Moments of love easily forget each other?

I love you when you are young and have high intelligence

The love of spring peaches

Far away but also close.

Chi Pheng, 24 h, 18/6/73.

My mother is from Lam Thao

Tu Xa village, never famous

Embarrassed singing in the courtyard

The fun drum Game Tram tilts the sky and the earth

My mother soon became an orphan

The hat follows her mother for a lifetime as a hired worker

Uncle has no land, lives in rafts

Shrimps and fish protect each day

I can’t live in this land

Crossing the Cai River because one person is drunk

My father has a wife

My mother made a sad life

Dad loves smooth hair

Dad loves the charming eyes

I love the cruel fate

Let the boat have a rudder, the charming girl meets her husband

My mother helps me walk

There are houses with children carrying grandchildren.

11 / 5 / 2012.

Green is green

Forest with streams winding around the hills

Sunshine like honey poured in the sky

The car is like a road to dry yellow silk

Floating high-class neighborhood

Down-town bustling with restaurants and eateries

CDC hidden in the forest

With many colleagues who used to know each other

The path of deep science

All for the future health of people

The span of the north bridge goes everywhere

Scientific exchange, humanistic horizon

Farewell without hesitation

Warm love between the blue of the sky.

Atlanta, Gorgia, May 5