Top 20 Beautiful Poems of the Poet in the Memory Region

LOVE OF LIFE

Do you have a dream?

life is for me

Women who have passed half of their lives,

I still feel stupid….

Walk with love that you think is forever

Give your soul to a fleeting dream

Is there any memory domain?

let me sleep for a long time?

Hug your heart with scratches

Thought the stone was pain free

but one day suddenly shouted

stinging

when the smile also leaves me

Like a field of sand carts, can you afford it?

I weave love

coincident with the wave layer

Then the waves break in the windy afternoons

Bare footprints left on the sand…weed and moss

Probably

Life buried us in the wilderness?

When our desires

still waiting to burn

When the love in me and you wakes up every night

Day is over

surprised

full of bewilderment

Oh the women

have had a polygamous life

Is it silly?

when I hold my heart in pain

about the happy domain

Knowing that the other shore is never real

When life’s mouth is full of bitterness

Do you love others or do you love yourself?

There’s been a lot of pain

but still get me one more pain

I hear in the night my heart is restless

Craving now a peaceful sleep……

SAD STORY

I won’t write anything about us

Because after all there are only tears

Happiness you bring

Only thorny things remain

Rub salt in your heart for millions of spicy wounds

I won’t write anything about handwritten letters

Because the echo is the ashes that boil the dark chest

I miss having feet that can’t be saved

Even though it’s dried in the afternoon, it still can’t fade the embryo

April turns on the puzzle pieces… lonely

This afternoon the wild bird woke up startled

I don’t want to hold someone’s hand who is no longer holding hands

In the middle of the road of love, you and I play together

I cried more than once

Try to keep a little fleeting in the waves of life… full of calculations

If love is a game, what’s the point of anger?

Originally, people’s hearts were as silver as lime

If there’s nothing left, just forget it

Clinging to each other spends more on the guilt of the loser

That love is rotting in the whirlwind

Lost… and I… with damage

16/4/2019

AFTERALL…

(written for women who can’t have a love)

After all this, what do we have left?

Out of the space of stormy days

…with the cold night

After all, he still returned to strangers

Rest your head on your bare chest…

full of passion

After all

I have only one numbness left

Still just a wild bird

lost in the wharf

Struggling until the end of breath in the quagmire of “happiness”

Screaming madly

but can’t utter a name

After all

is an oblivion

Even though I love you till my breath runs out

Even if I dedicate myself to you

intact every piece of memory

Then you still come with a happy heart

I’m like a moth

Can’t find the sun

Writhing….pain hugging the heart of the night…desperation

Then die on the river without life

I…pillow my love into the lonely grave

You come back

the wild bird died in the afternoon

After the troubles

after tiring days

Come back, the bridge we went on is broken

I have nothing left

apart from a broken heart….

20.03.2016

FLOWER SEASONS left behind

I wrote to you this time again

When the sky sets in winter, the cabbage flowers are in full bloom

The little starling by the river lulls my heart…

Holding back the sadness of the flower seasons

Do you come back…let me pick up the fools

Gather everything into old luggage

I burn it all for the fiery winter

Bring back a little love in the rainy seasons

Have you ever been in love, why are you indifferent?

The mustard leaves by the river.. waiting for you… wilted like the sun

I love you like I love an empty winter

My hands are thin, who warms them up…bro

The flower seasons…you left behind…where are you

It seems that the sun dyes my heart wild

Or do you feel sorry for the mustard flower season?

But the irony will never fade

06/10/2018

GOING THROUGH THE MEMORY Domain

The night quietly crossed the girl’s life

I am as helpless as a swallow in the sky

One who returns once is forever

Which memory is bold from the day of death?

I am the wind in a wandering region

You are a cloud floating in the four directions

If it’s love, we won’t regret it

Because of being stupid…so I can remember more deeply

Then memories are just fog

Afterimages fade with the sound of falling rain

Who else is waiting forever

The flower life faded from that busy time

Tonight again is the end of many longings

I go through the memory region with a sad thread

Gathering memories in the glimmering night

Stitching to heal the scratch was… damaged

26/2/2018

Ask

Has he returned to the old way?

In the last days of winter, the red oak tree is bare

Some children will get lost at the end of the street

Shocked…sad…calling to pick up the fading winter

Can you still hold the memory in your arms

I… just fell in love with the smoke

The heart is healed, no longer aching

Every time it rains, it wets the excess moon

People stop…searching in the old days

Who forgets- remember is just a memory

Any wound will heal

Only faith is broken

At the end of winter, gray clouds cover the sky

Pale lipstick on ex-lover’s lips

The road we go is sad without a horse

Only a few times suddenly called memories… pain

26.01.2018

WE ARE STILLING TOGETHER

We’ve met before… thinking for a thousand years

What’s new, the road has broken through the pink thread

wilted

I still owe you the blooming flowers

Even if the season is dry, it will add billions

painful

I still owe you the whole dream

Miss each other more

so March also turns dark purple

I sunbathe dry fields

let the four seasons pass slowly

Burning up the thread of compassion on a damaged day

River water this season

must be red too

I locked myself…

Golden martial arts in the gray sky and clouds

Then just like that, the pain tormented me in silence

Loving each other like areca and betel nut

How do you break the same thread?

Don’t wait until autumn

Don’t wait until the days when the weather changes seasons

Just know that we love each other

more than…thought

But whirling sadness and throwing it into the depths of my heart

Still know we can’t belong together

Why do you still remember love like betel nut?

Though the betel nut fades, though the old areca branches fall…

Despite the bad wind…

I still connect the pink thread…thin

4-03-2016

GO TO HANOI

Will you come back to Hanoi with me?

View of West Lake

silence in the cold winter

Inhale deeply the delicate and delicate milk flower scent

Thirty-six streets seem to be engulfed in fog

Do you come back to Hanoi with me?

walk through the streets

Co Ngu…. lying still in love with her feet in the cold

Walk slowly with me

Listen to the time flowing through each leaf

The old artist leisurely counted the rhythm of life.

Come with me and hear the laughter

Of the carts, of the street vendors… in a hurry

All description upside down

people like never a stranger

I just found my heart so peaceful

We visit Sword Lake

Forget all the troubles in life

Take a look at the pigeons

like a loving couple

Smell the fragrance of the daisies

fiercely passionate

Suddenly I feel like a child… innocent

Suddenly feel relieved…peaceful

At the root of the old crocodile

look at each leaf at the end of the season…not as sad as before

Let’s go back to Hanoi

we walk together

Among strangers but familiar

Do you come back to Hanoi with me?

listen to the nameless echo

The ups and downs of thousands of years of history

How long is Hanoi still bright like fire?

Give life many songs… melodious

05/11/2018

MEMORY MARCH

The night slowly returns to the misty way

She stirred and listened to the gentle rhythm of life

March is immersed in the scent of golden mimosa quietly

She rests her head on the five fingers of concern

The day you left was a windy day.. billion dong

Woman curled up in an empty house

March is suddenly cold with gusty winds

I also get cold according to the call of time

Woman with multi-faceted scratches

Floating ups and downs through a faint smile

Hide your life with clumsy silly poems

Five thin fingers know who to cling to

It’s like the month of March can’t be stopped

Keep pleading… keep fighting gold… it hurts

Keep pinning the burning feelings in your heart

About a day when people turned indifferent

There’s no one left to wait for

We don’t owe each other anything, so March is just nostalgia

You are like a lost bird in the unknown sky

Sing your heart out in the vast dark night

01/03/2019

WILD DREAM…

If you were still a young girl

Will you love me like you used to love her?

The one who turned his back so cold

Leaving you at the end of love…. full of confusion

If you weren’t the one with the scars of time

Not a person with a broken heart

Will you light up the dream with me?

Shorten the long day and shorten the love minutes

If we meet each other a step earlier

When you and I were still a virgin

Will we build a beautiful castle together?

Love each other more than the so-called love

But those are just beautiful dreams

Of a lost soul

Night after night hold my shoulder …. be silent

Compress sadness into hundreds of thousands of verses

I’m just a stranger with dreams

Just trying to hold on… stitches to heal… scratches

People come and people push me into the puddle of life.

Then they turned their faces coldly as if they didn’t belong together

If possible, I just wish I had a miracle

Erase the dirty stains of a time…shy

Erase the days filled with regrets

Day ended… missed village…wild… lonely

How many roads can’t meet sooner

When the lipstick stain is ruined, I dare not imagine

One shoulder, one hand, a lasting love

Can only call you from a wild dream

Come back again tonight… lie down and listen to the lonely voice

The sound of an old cat wailing outside on the wet dew

Why hasn’t winter gone so that my soul is cold

Calling someone’s name… just a stranger

25/01/2019

ON THE FAILURES

The day you pushed me to the bottom of the abyss

It’s the day of magic

decaying on the blood-red river

You are like a bird fluttering in the storm

And you are like a whirlwind of life that just passes by

I bit my lips so that the crying wouldn’t come out

Tears become pins in the heart again

hurting

A woman playing in the dark night

Tear off each sad thread with five pale fingers

Brother, you will never know the color of tears

You must have never known the bitter taste of life

On the other side of the bridge, you must be full of happiness

When tossing a piece of love into the dark…wildness

Brother, there are days when it’s windy

Memories are like walking in the memory domain

I suddenly accept my sorrows

tormented

Then tear the sadness

and then burn off the residual

The old man is just a distant place

I dried my heart with a faint smile

Which lip mark has become sediment

When the oath turns to moss

I’m just a stranger who once loved

It’s just a name as pale as smoke

Let the nightmares appear every night

I’m scared…

when memories….aching

PREPARATION

I am small in the midst of waves crashing

Where to nestle, windy afternoon…… no people

The season rushes back and forth on the street

I gently write down the love song

Suddenly, people come by tomorrow… very strange

Bring the love that has faded

Life is so silver when you let go of the storm

Wounds heal but smolder

Come back…we missed the train

The bridge of happiness is broken… a few beats

Season change… who didn’t come back in time

What is left but the two words “ingot”

The sea this afternoon is still huge waves

There is a precarious boat in the desert

I accept alone in silence

No need to patch pieces of love

The person who went back to the old way was split in two

The street that year did not wait for liars

Just leave me in the middle of the afternoon sea…wild

Hong love on broken pieces… lonely

18/03/2019

GO YOUR HOME…

Come back baby… the road of life is not too long

Four limbs in a cramped land

Go back to rest on your father’s pillow and dispel fatigue

Leaving the floor full of superstitions

Go home, leave it as an innocent child

Leaving behind the part of a thin woman

Leaving behind so many wounds, every night haunts

Tired of the soul… why does it hurt forever, my dear?

Come back baby… that’s all life

Losing crying and laughing is only a few short years

Then it all turned to smoke

What regrets….but let the corners of your eyes be spicy?

Let’s go home, come back to be reunited

Come back to hear the story of my father’s life…

It’s not like there’s a lot of people out there, but it’s strangely lonely

Back home…don’t go anymore…more sad

12.06.2018

TIEN BAU TO LENGTH

Buu hugged the starling to the river

In the last days of winter, the fields are bare of stubble

The young sparrow lost its head sadly

Sing to your heart’s content but you’re still indifferent

Hundreds of thousands of verses cannot be erased

The day you walked across the bridge to the other side… happiness

I accidentally dropped my heart into the abyss

Bewildered to search

people used to love

You’re gone

who else do i have, king?

Pick up dead petals and throw them into the red river bed

Let the water wash away the little hyacinth branch

Do you ever?

Do you hear the pain in your heart?

The day you hugged the starling to the river

It’s a cloudy winter day

I stood in the middle of the silence and didn’t hear my heart ache

Yeah – I know I’m just a superstitious person

Please come back

I have nothing left, a piece of my soul

Falling apart… withered away… dumbfounded like a sparrow

Call the silver head and then crouch quietly

Write down the sad love song and send it off to the side

……

Dark gray clouds in winter

The wind-blown birds fly back….far away

I’m sad about the hundred years

Promise to turn to stone… miss each other’s fate

18/12/2018

TO THE RIVER

Who burns copper smoke in the afternoon?

Mother hugged the starling to the river….it’s gone

Young birds lost in the sky

The dew night said a few words…sighs

Mom, who’s looking for dandelion leaves that you’ll want to cross the river?

I am like a sparrow lost in the flock, in the middle of the field is not alone

Red eyes

love messy hair days

Mom untied the sad thread with five green fingers

The day Dad left, my mother carried me through the whole winter

Overcoming the storm

with skinny legs

Young sparrow nestled in familiar arms

Inhale my belly with the scent of love hair

For many years, mother and daughter were alone on a journey

Mother

, skinny stork wings protect children in whirlwind days

The child, the orphaned puzzle piece, did not cry

Even though life’s mouth is full of scandals

Mom, what do you get on the other side of the river?

When one day falls, my mother crosses the bridge of happiness

The young sparrow looks at familiar pictures

Is replacing loneliness day by day

I’m in so much pain that I can’t sulk

Hungry meal full meal

through lonely days

People don’t love me when I’m just a stepdaughter

Mother follows her husband

Is winter cold?

Mother’s day hugs the little starling to the river

Who raised a grudge….sorry

In the middle of the autumn night, only a young sparrow is left alone

Listen to the sad sobbing….mom….mom…

Uh oh….one two three four delicious pieces

I hate to eat it all so I can’t wait..

24.09.2018

I’M SORRY

I’m sorry, I hid your name in poems

Can’t wait to continue writing

of the person who has passed the lost life

Winter goes on and on with the wind that blows about… it’s cold

I will be sad after so many changes

I apologize to myself for always being empty-handed

When the bats are sleeping

I’m wandering around looking for a memory

Is there anyone who loves someone but keeps worrying

Where have the thousands of oaths thrown away?

I told myself I had to try to forget it

Why is my heart like a lost bird this morning

Crying quietly

Silently smiling by the weeping willow

Then clumsily ignited the ashes

I’m sorry for the blurry memories

I crossed out your name from the picture of the field of rape flowers

Do you miss me

then please stay indifferent and don’t look back

Don’t be guilty of hurting another winter

Can we just walk past each other forever

Although outside, the unseasonal winds are plowing the garden of dreams

Even though the promises of the past are still tormenting

So please don’t come back so that the kitchen ashes don’t burn again..

12/11/2018

MISSING HOME….

How long have you not returned to your old hometown?

The meal of the elderly must be salty because of tears

Father looks at the sunset but his heart is more painful

Mom chases ducks and chickens but misses them so much

After many years, the afternoon seems to be sadder

Craving for copper burning smoke

Spicy smell of straw

Craving riding on the back of a buffalo

but play the game

Craving to fly a kite … Craving to smell the homeland

I’m in the city

a lot of distractions

Is there any peaceful place?

as calm as the river of mother’s love

Is there a place as vast as the quiet Father’s love?

Cry and laugh softly…that’s it

I’m in the city but my heart won’t stop

Read a few sentences of Poetry written about home

also choked up crying

Look at the delicious food

but craving for rustic country food

Look at the busy street

but dreaming of the old place of love….

How long has it been…… not going back to my hometown

There are days when people startle

when I heard the storm about the small village

Loving the skinny mother leaning in the wind and rain

I love my father for a whole day of pain

I will come back….visit the garden again

Kissing on the land of home

smell of the sun

Hugging an old buffalo roaming on the calm embankment

Immerse yourself in the riverbed

but struggling like a child

I will come back… but listen to the sentence wait for the sentence

Take a deep breath, my mother’s hair smells like grapefruit flowers

No matter how long … the end of the earth and the sky roam

Then there is still a mother waiting for me at home…..

11.07.2017

LOVING RATING afternoons

I heal the rainy seasons

The fragile month of May has a memorable shape

The clumsy hand sews the pieces together

From the past… still hurts until tomorrow

I was foolish enough to think that it would not fade away

When I’m actually just an old woman

Not being cherished like a little lover

Because the arid heart has lost its virginity

I’m angry at myself for believing so quickly

Believe that the person who loves me loves me for me forever

But forgetting life can’t be redone

For those who have a lot of scratches

I’m now after all that

Already… seems… more forgotten than remembered

Know how to love yourself more after many unfinished meetings

Just a little healing… A rainy afternoon…

14/05/2017

LOVE while you can.

How much longer is there?

Ten years…or just a few days

Time spills through the door

Startled… out of reach

How many more years are there?

Let me say that

Father…i love you so much

Thin shoulders, misty hair

How much longer is there?

I come back to burn the sun… at home

Out there, don’t let your life break

Come back and review the day far away

Go back and listen to Father’s story

Crying and laughing despite my love

Not like a fake life game

No matter what pain, try to be happy

Let me go back to my father

Don’t love strangers anymore

How long is life left?

But sit and cry about … pay the loan

Ten years or just a thousand days???

Also wish to be a child

Surrounded like a child

Peaceful delicious meals

Hey, Mom and Dad are still there

Love while you can

Even if it’s backwards or forwards

Come back…let’s have a good meal together

Because old people are just “children”

Easy to be sad and likes to be angry

Just come back…smoky dinner

Telling life stories and…laughing and crying together

………………………

23.08.2017

THE LOVE OF WILDS

There are loves that are as bright as roses

There are passionate love like white orchids

My love is simple and silent

Like the grass by the roadside…with the young dewdrops

My love is also very angry

Even though it doesn’t show the beauties like colorful flowers

But my love is always true

Even though it’s been a couple of times, crushed by a hurricane

The love of grass is simple but also very warm

Love until the end of the heart, to choke each breath

Love is not calculated, not afraid to break your heart

Because a simple thing grass still has a heart…

Baby, my love is a gentle grass

Quietly and deeply, no noise and waves

But it hurts when one day I turn my back to the high and wide sky

Leave the foolish weeds and swallow the night dew.

I am not a rose or an orchid

I’m just me, the quiet weed by the roadside

But I won’t stop loving you until I stop breathing

Because simply… the grass also needs a lot of love.,,,

26.10.2015