Poem: Loving Father – Bui The Uyen
I LOVE YOU
Poetry: Bui The Uyen
(Written for the fifth anniversary of Father’s death)
The sunset gradually fades away
I am a guest of the land of the wind and dew
Loneliness covers the school night
Happy cold night miss home
Missing parents’ shadows at night
People’s lives in the faraway country are indistinguishable from day to day
The land of the children carrying bitterness
Years of weariness day by day sad king
Loving Father, miles away
Now the two directions of yin and yang are far away
Rose chrysanthemum soothes the scent of life
Incense smoke wafts into the place of nirvana
The scent of flowers and freckles
What day do you go to poor children?
Now I know how
The difference between yin and yang sounds like a bird
There are times when birth and death separate
And now it’s the fifth anniversary of Father’s death
I am a martial artist from far away
The body of a man struggles with customs, san
No day to pay filial piety parents born
Poetry offers reverence
Praying for my parents to manifest nirvana….
Poem: My mother – Khanh An
Author: Khanh An
DIVE all your youth
UP to school to go to the market to raise children,
A man with a hard foot and a worn-out stone
Mother is the light for me to light the way.
GLASS above and below give way
LOVE your husband and children with abundant love.
What year is Mother’s lullaby?
Poetry brings the hammock to a dream
The stork and the cauldron are dumbfounded
WRITE your children’s dreams of life.
ONE life – one person
This afternoon I feel refreshed, Mom.
LAST sunset… No words…
YEAR YEARS… gray hair, baggy skin, saggy legs…
OFFER TO A DEAR MOTHER
POEM I Wrote One Afternoon at the End of the Year.
P/s: the article I wrote for my mother in her 70th birthday.
Poem: A fool wrote for my father – Tran Duc Nghia
A KIND WRITING TO MY BABY
Author: Tran Duc Nghia
The debtor … owes a favor…
A cup of warm tea with a sweet scent forever
King forever life please set aside
Returning to his father…the son misses the people…
“Adopting Daddy”! I called out smiling
I’m glad you don’t hate
Thirty years without a fatherless father
Until today, the little girl met someone again…
Father’s debt to the world to pay for life
Dad relaxed his hair at the Buddha’s door
Wearing a reflective yellow shirt
Dad smiles, I feel at peace….
Thanks for the three gentle advices
Are you tired Peaceful happy happy
The river has a section of life that is always cloudy
Keep your soul like Truc before morning..
Dad’s words of love are like the scent of rice and jasmine
Always whisper in my ear, remember
There are times in my life when I feel scared
Delicious cup of tea…debtors….for papa to invite….
(To the monk: Thich Tam Can, nicknamed Lien Hoa Tra, a monk at Phuoc The Pagoda – Lien Huong)
This spring, I’m still far from home
THIS SPRING I’m STILL Away From Home
Author: Phan Quang Phong
I spent my whole youth looking for
Happiness, the future in a new land
Although I know that my motherland is tired of waiting
When each spring comes back, the child is far away.
How many years have passed, each New Year has passed
Next to the pot of banh chung, the charcoal stove is filled with mother’s tears
Waiting for you to come back in a quiet secret
The winter night is long, but the nostalgia is inconsolable…
I also want to go back to my mother
To the place where I grew up, to my mother’s arms
About the innocent and carefree beginning, when I was a child
Although life in the past was not rich and full.
More than anyone else, I long for a reunion
Craving for a family meal in the joy of reunion
Craving for dishes made with all the love of women
All my life for my children, suffering from rain and sun.
Who ever looked at the back of his father’s shirt with white sweat once,
Looking at her dark eyes because of worries and hardships
Then make the same choice as you, when you leave your youth behind
Accepting away from home in the life of wandering.
Difficulties and stumbling blocks you can go through
I just hope that my mother’s hometown and father are safe and healthy
There is nothing happier than a child’s life
When the one who gave birth to live happy days.
I’ll be back, back to mom soon
Returning to the bowl of vegetable soup for many years, still imbued with maternal love
About the land I attached to my lazy childhood
The place that taught me to overcome difficulties to be human.
Returning home with warm smiles
New Year’s Eve moment in the sky lit up with firecrackers
Mom no longer has to think about the meal, or worry about every grain of rice
Worrying about February, in the constant hunger…
I will return to you, with peace
Something that has long been told to endure for the sake of making a living
Something that many people in society are unintentionally indifferent to
Then my children are still thirsty…want to find their mother again!
Poem: Happy birthday to mother – Nguyen Thi Xuan Huong
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER
Author: Nguyen Thi Xuan Huong
Grandmother gives birth to mother gives birth to a child
Mother in third year (53) and son turning three and two (32)
It’s bumpy and thorny all the way
Save every drop of the sun tomorrow.
Mother’s life many tears fall
Salty sweat in the middle of life
Polygamy because of the heavy sense of love
Sorrow her mother sacrificed silently.
Mom, through all the ups and downs
God bless you with good health and happiness
Peace of mind and peace of mind
AMITABHA BUDDHA! testify vows!!!
– Nguyen Thi Xuan Huong-
Poem: Mother – Pham Hong Giang
Author: Pham Hong Giang
I wrote a thousand odd poems
But never wrote a sentence for Mom
Seventy-one seasons have passed
The wind and dew dyed the gray hair.
Bend your back for a mature child’s life
Dark circles around the body all night long
The shoulder patch is worn out and the patch can’t be sewn
The river flows turbidly with red alluvium.
Nine months of carrying the rain and wind
For decades, the door is open to wait
Digested because I lost my heart because of my husband
Wearing hot sun, storms and storms, don’t be discouraged.
At the end of life, where does a mother rest?
I’m harassing relatives with jealousy and hatred
Like the flower of life, it still shines
Support us on the road ahead.
If you can give me a wish
Let Mom be kind….
Hong Giang .
Poem: Sorry to my parents – Phan Trung
Poetry: Phan Trung
I stood quietly in the middle of the windy sea
Think about your life with many thorny events
Long and hard youth
In mutiny to dew point hair.
Now look back how much time has passed
Making Mom and Dad still cry thinking
Limited birth but any death
I wonder what I did to pay filial piety.
Even if you defend, my heart still understands
Debt giving birth to a child is forever missing
Although the parents bury their hearts in sorrow
When old and weak, the bride is not fragrant.
Now I’m still in the border area
Before the wolf must protect Non Song
Under the banner of prayer painted with red blood
Please don’t wait any longer.
Father’s words to soldiers are not chosen
It is a belief that must light a fire for the People
The fact that the wife and children are true is also very necessary
But living in humiliation is a thousand times miserable.
Once again let me choose again
It’s still the same, Dad is never upset
For the rest of my life, I apologize to the ancestors
I’ll try to make up for it…!
Poem: Returning to Motherland – Tran Luc
BACK TO THE US HOME
Author: Tran Luc
Afternoon pouring sunshine in late autumn
When did I return to the lullabies?
Leaning stork wings
Oh, my mother’s voice is lost in a dream…
I came back to find some childhood
Tears of gray mother’s hair … late afternoon
I return to the roof … thatch
Fear of thunderstorms, fear of kites… a broken string…
Afraid of the day when bananas will ripen
Mother followed the crane’s shadow, quickly flew to the sky
Where do you hear the voice?
Body stork swimming… a lifetime…where is it?…
Author: Phan Quang Phong
I don’t want to run away
But I choose to leave
Because I know what I’ll have to do,
For a small family.
My mother’s illness has not passed
Father once in the army stormed
The eyes are now…one is…one is gone…
The Midwest has come back
Rain has not yet penetrated into the ground
July has passed, the waves roar, the storm surges
The field is green, the rice has blossomed.
Gray hair on his head, father groping by the river
Early in the morning, find crabs and fish
Seeing mother and daughter have a hard life
Now that he is old, weak and worn out…
Because filial piety is not complete
I choose to return after many years of traveling
But life is still a test
Let me see myself … struggling in the middle of the three.
Who wants to have to go far
Separation from the homeland, the roof of the home
But not smart and cruel enough
Then my son fell behind in this land?!
I’m like a half-awake, half-drunk
Can’t see the way, haven’t found the way out yet
Just find life around is extremely suffocating
In all other places, there is no place of its own.
At the bar, a morning dawn
I’m looking for a quiet moment for myself
Get rid of all worries, worries and worries
Still taste the coffee…like the taste of life.
Poem: Looking at and remembering Dam – Dinh Khai
LOOK AT MEMBERS(*)
Author: Dinh Khai
I sat quietly watching the areca trees
Looking at the big areca nut, my heart hurts and misses
Remember the little bruised days
A piece of rice, a shirt, a bed of bruises at night.
It’s been a few autumns
Looking at the rows of areca, I suddenly felt like a bruise
Feeling bruised, I walk lightly
How many times have come to the bruised side for a long time.
I look up at the areca berries
Dammit, I picked it, and ate it with betel nut
No matter how many months, how many years
Chewing betel nut is still inside me…
*) In Phu Tho, my hometown is called Bam
Poem: Stealing Time – Phan Thuc Dinh
Author: Phan Thuc Dinh
I secretly stole time
Mom and Dad are lost but all with you!
On the occasion of Vu Lan’s solemn day
Borrow a clumsy verse to send thousands of love!
Autumn is pouring rain and wind
Yellow leaves struggle, regret green leaves!
Fragile illusory old roots
Wish to divide the color of leaves for you!
Afternoon sun and sunset
Mountain dark circles red eyes pitiful!
I also have a mother and father
What’s wrong with wind and wind three life!
Wishing you a life of ten billion!
Mom and Dad are my treasure for life!
Even if the river dries up, the rocks are worn down
Affectionate, filial piety does not fray your heart!
30 / 7 / 2018.
Poem: My Father – Chu Long
Author: Chu Long
Fields under the sun in May
Leafy green vegetables hanging from the grass
The sky is blue without a cloud
The hot sun filled the deep fields.
My father wears the sun on his head
The plow is friends with the cultivated buffalo
A life of farming work
Feet worn by copper soil – My father
Tears with sweat
Squeeze out the plastic to live life for you
My father is old at sunset
The body of the stork still wades early in the morning.
Let me have springs
My father’s body has a lot of suffering.
HP June 20, 6 – Chu Long
Poem: Happy birthday to mother – Nghiem Man
Mom brings sweetness
How many years is how much love
Mom brings a moment of peace
Thank heaven and sea for the love of children and grandchildren
Article and photo: Nghiem Man
Poem: A Life – Phan Huy Hung
Author: Phan Huy Hung
A life of crickets chirping
A life of creaking bamboo, windy garden
A life turned upside down
A life of sowing seeds waiting for a bountiful day…
A mother is still worried
Someday I will be King
– Also :
Mommy takes me away
Let me always remember the way home!
Poem: Orphan – Phan Thu Ha
Author: Phan Thu Ha
When I was a child, I asked:
“Daddy, what is an orphan?”
My father patted me on the head and said:
“When my parents died”
Now I understand
Absorb the two words “orphan”
These are empty days
When parents are gone.
No more loving hands
Childhood being held by parents
No more painful words
Lull the child with a warm heart.
Where is the beloved figure
Where are the benevolent eyes?
Cheerful upbeat laughter
Can’t find it anymore…now.
A whole journey
The lotus mind is not entangled in the smell of mud
Walk away lightly
Where do you want to disturb your children?
Saying goodbye to my parents to the Buddha realm
I stop the long tears
Let people go in peace
Peace of mind in the future.
Remember the person we pray for
Follow the teachings of people
In my heart forever
Parental love is like the sea
Phan Thu Ha – July 30, 7
Poem: Empty House – Doan Kim Oanh
The house is empty
Author: Doan Kim Oanh
I come back to love and miss
The door is locked but no one can be seen
The old fence has already been built
She has also returned to heaven to trade areca
Dad has been away for work for a long time
The long road is bumpy, where is the figure
Spring year is long gone
My heart is so cold, I miss where you lie
Poetry Doan Kim Oanh
Poem: Dear Mother – Trinh Thanh Hang
Author: Trinh Thanh Hang
Looking at my mother’s shadow, my heart feels heavy
The mother is old and the lamp in front of the wind is dim
My mother’s life has been very difficult
The shadow tree knows when the wind blows
Super thin but in a hurry
In the human heart is a vast sea
Tolerance, virtue, and gentleness
The shining mirror of my life shines
Even though I’m old, I’m still a kid
Still longing for mom’s arms
Afraid of the day the child is helpless
Far away from my mother’s arms
Even though I know that time will pass
Push someone to eternity
But my heart still wants to pray that
The great tree will be immortal forever
So that when I’m tired, I’m tired
Come to the bright sun
Help me walk through the dark melancholy
Dear mom, please don’t hurry
There’s not much to pay back for public life
No matter how old or gray your hair is
Still longing for a protective embrace
Still craving unfinished love quotes
This child has hatched without grace
Trinh Thanh Hang’s poetry
Poem: I give my mother the spring sky – Thanh Trang
I give my mother the whole SPRING sky
Author: Thanh Trang
All my life, my mother worked hard up and down
The back is burdened to raise children to eat and study
The place of heat fell and stole blue hair
The mouth is still smiling to remove the fatigue surrounding…
Gathering love so that love can blossom
Sending good luck to mom
A smile melts away salty sweat
Monsoon comes, I quickly texted love.
Do you know? I love you so much mom
The left chest beats like it has something to say
Happiness radiates, the sun always shines
I collect it in my hand to wrap up the Spring sky.
Give your mother love with beautiful eyes
Pray for health, hope not to get sick
A smile as bright as the morning sun
Look at life when you can’t walk.
For the mother who is still in the spring…
Poem: Farewell to Mother – Tran Dieu Huong
Author: Tran Dieu Huong
Who is pouring rain
Wrap a white mourning rim on your head
When I heard that I suddenly fell apart
It’s sad and it rains non-stop
My mother is not a stranger
I’m so sad to find you, mom
Mother returned to nine distant streams
The ceiling sound is separate from now on
I just want to meet my mother in my dreams
To hear my mother’s voice at school night
Now is the time to separate yin and yang
I bow down to the ten directions
Mother’s soul is far away
In the garden, the landscape is forever relaxed
Phan Tran is very sad
Please give me my thousand words
Even if the sea dries up tomorrow
Father and mother love is forever in the heart.
Poem: Goodbye June – Do Huong
JUNE MONEY GIVEN
Author: Do Huong
Summer brings the golden sun back to Mother’s hometown
Pure bunches scattered on the lotus field
Sweet scent sprinkled along the familiar road
The ticks also quickly followed back to the country!
The way back today is lost in the clouds
The beach is teary, lethargic, patchy
The old dream is full of old poetry
Carrying heavy injuries for a long distance.
Going to visit my father, I miss my mother’s shirt
Oily back sheet carrying the sun and rain
Lieu Chieu was thin in the afternoon, his hair was scattered with silver strands
The brim of the hat is tilted to laugh at petty things…
Dear mother! Is the sun light there?
Or the drops of gold that fill the shoulders of my mother’s shirt
Oh, the back of a broken back!
But faithfully and lovingly every day…
When will you be able to kiss again, hand?
This is a time when my father loved me, I miss him!
Long fingers saved my father’s life for a while
When a French invasion swept over.
Then the mother returned to sweet happiness to give her father
Great love gives life sweet fruit
Father and Weaver of Dreams
Full love seven-three (73) Spring.
Mother has returned to the dust of thousands of years
Absence of star fruit gardeners rustling
The sound of birds in the garden is afraid of being sweet
I love you so much, my dear hammock wings!
I hurry to explore distant regions
Speak your heart out every June lotus season
The Crocodile is pale and hides itself
At the end of the garden, Mother’s footprints are still soft…
In June, the scent of Da Lan at night
Stay fragrant by the old archway
The big, ripe red strawberry tank next to the uncle’s house
Falling full… mourning Mother far away!
With every step, Sam bows to me
The chrysanthemum bow is like a child’s arm in childhood
Asking for cake, asking for gifts, asking for shrimp, asking for fish…
Hometown food, a lifetime, enough to eat?
Oh June! Funeral! one day tomorrow!
Poem: Meaning of Mother and Father’s Love – Dong Van Thanh
MEANING, PARENT’S LOVE
Author: Dong Van Thanh
A lifetime of caring parents
Flock of children, awkward early afternoon
How austere, hunched shoulders patiently
For life, each bowl of rice is fragrant.
Remember the old days, the war of fire and bullets
Father set out to destroy the enemy, except for the evil
Mother’s back bend, hard work
Raising children with broken seeds, spreading potatoes.
Father returned, nostalgia
Leaving the battlefield, hand plow hand hoe
Tapioca and corn, familiar things
The father’s body withered and thin, the son grew up.
Father burdened at the beginning of the bank, at the end of the wharf
The mother takes care of her children, the crabs
White hair, early sunshine, rain in the afternoon
I understand, father’s love, mother’s meaning.
Press your finger to calculate the changing season of leaves
I’m shocked, my God…!
Parents’ lives are hard work, poor
It’s late, heartbreaking for children.
I still know the broken life
Love your parents, tortoise skin
Late nights against the wind, back to the sky
Subsample heart compression compression pain.
Yes, I understand, that’s enough
Kind parents, for your happiness
Yes, I remember, a brave heart
Square parenting love round five months.
Who accidentally likened Thai Son mountain
By fair father, windy and tired?
Is the source water comparable to mother’s milk?
Poor parents, God of my life.
D. V. T
Poem: Writing about mother – Da Quynh
WRITE ABOUT MOTHER!
Author: Da Quynh
I come to pick up the sun at the end of the garden
Loving my mother carrying me….rain through hard days
Mother’s shoulder flexes more after each season of grass growing
The deep rolling marks follow the tall child’s body.
I come back and listen to the howling wind
They sing… ahh… to their mother’s lullaby
It’s only been a year, I’m still young
Knows how to call her mother, slurred spelling of the letter o, a.
How many years of hard work forever far away
Forget the taste of rice paper baked under crispy charcoal
Forgetting parents forever is a source of inspiration
Thirst in the middle of the market, want to bathe in the countryside river.
Tired knees falter and will also come back
The place where mom waits… cluttered on the doorstep
Whether a hundred years or a thousand years later
Only mom can fill
space between my life
Poem: Father – Pham Hung
Author: Pham Hung
Trees accumulate land to cultivate fruit
Even though the wind and rain make the leaves silver and frayed
If you enjoy it, will you repay it?
Or leave the wind to blow?
Look at the yellow banana bushes at the beginning of the alley
Hurts, the child loves Father
The old days were green and smooth
Suddenly where withered, wilted… because flowers have bloomed.
Just left the cradle, Mom went far away
The foolish children left Father nom
Empty flowers, sometimes skinny
Fat chicks brawl all over the garden.
A sunny summer day
The white night of the winter is full of dew
Father’s heart is full of childish love!
In the wind and dust, the baby is also big
Suddenly I see that… People have wrinkles on their skin
That banana is also old
But the tree is exhausted by the ups and downs.
I am a fool forever engraved in the image
Of summer noon, winter night’s cold
His sweat has flowed
Bruised skin… without half a thing!
Sincere wishes, Father love you forever
Let me serve and take care every day
May Father forever be like the full moon
Being with children and grandchildren in May is so long!
PH. December 13.12.2015, XNUMX.
Poem: Mother and Motherland – Nguyen Nguyet Anh
MOTHER AND COUNTRY
Author: Nguyen Nguyet Anh
I will visit my hometown again
Nostalgia for the countryside far away from school
The night of a sad cloud filled the way
Heavy love and gratitude for the other side
Look at the late night lights on the wall
Print the image of a mother thinking and loving
Sitting a little at night, button by button
Torn by a very humble livelihood
Now walk slowly with misty eyes
With each step, walking with a walking stick
Every afternoon, go to the alley to wait
Waiting for cubs everywhere
I will visit the General School Mother *
At the beginning of life, taste all the flavors
Of the person who raised the child to raise an adult
Spread your wings and fly far away
* total field—-> name of a place
Poem: On the mother’s shoulder – Lam Binh
Poetry: Artist Lam Binh
In the middle of empty space
On Mother’s Shoulder
The moment suddenly returned
As innocent as a baby’s eyes
Life is a storm
Mother protect me
Quietly enter life
From a toddler
Mommy gives me strength
Overcoming many cliffs
If I don’t, Mom
Can survive this life?
Bao bon chen is sweet
When I cry with Mom
Dad can only sigh
I pull into Mother’s lap
Short drops keep falling
Mother’s comforting smile…
Mom is gone now…
Every night I still dream
On the shoulder of love
Gentle and selfless mother
Mother’s words humming
About the kind heart
I am forever grateful to you
Ho Chi Minh City April 31, 7
Poem: Missing Mother – Ho Viet Binh
Author Ho Viet Binh
Go home to visit your mother, mother!
My mother chewed betel nut with a smile
Rainy and sunny life
Digging the ground, weeding, selling vegetables at the afternoon market.
Thin shoulders, heavy burdens
Hope to earn a little bit to raise children
Sick mother cooks delicious porridge
Feed each spoon to stay awake all night
Fan for your baby to sleep very quietly
Dark eyes don’t care if mom forgets the hard work.
The meal has only green vegetables
Mother eats pickles and fish for children
The poor family has cassava instead of rice
I hope you learn good languages for life.
Until I grow up
Experiencing many hardships, my mother’s back was bent.
Wow, tears welling up
The children’s clothes are arranged in a pink chest
Black pants with light brown shirt
I like to wear that for peace of mind
Mom has gone to heaven now
I miss my mother for a lifetime because of me.
Poem: Take your father to the lake – Do Thi Phuong Lan
Take Dad to the Lakeside
Author: Do Thi Phuong Lan
Dad is too old
No longer fast and healthy
Like when I was a kid
Dad took me out to play.
Now it’s my turn
Let’s take dad out
Like the old days baby
Father and son go out to play.
Let’s go to Sword Lake
I’m looking forward to seeing
Star people are crowded
Not like the old days.
Then the father hesitated
Next to the Pen Tower to stop
Tell a good old story
The stone steps dare to climb.
The lake water is less clear
That mossy Turtle Tower
Uncle Tortoise is no more
Father watched and sighed.
When will the old days come?
Turtle playing in the rain
Willow on the shore gliding
Visitors look bewildered…
Half way around the lakeshore
Dad is tired
Father and son taking selfies
Father, I’ll be back
Next time go to the lake
I invite my mother too
Walking with my father.
Yes, let’s go girl
So happy today
Next time mom goes out
We walk longer.
Thank you dear daughter
Parents are very understanding
Life doesn’t need much
Having children is enough.
Daughter of DTPL (May 03, 05)