February Poetry Page

Spring Cruise

I have been to the beloved Truong Sa Islands.

A distant island, the color of the blue sea and sky.

The lighthouse shines its light, guiding the way.

Brave and valiant, like a border soldier.

The ship sails to the island, carrying the spirit of spring to contribute to the Lunar New Year celebration.

Peach blossoms, kumquats, sticky rice cakes, and couplets from the rear

The gentle breeze rustled, mingling with the sound of singing.

The melody of the homeland overwhelms the endless waves.

Despite hardships and countless storms.

With a rifle firmly in his hand, the soldier held firm in his belief.

The homeland calls upon this sacred territory.

The red flag flutters, its color blending with the vibrant pink of cherry blossoms.

Words breathe life into the page.

The vibrant colors and scents of spring fill the air on this remote island.

A heart full of heartfelt thoughts and aspirations.

The green garden corner brightens with the sound of chickens.

The Barringtonia flowers sway in the breeze, welcoming the new year.

Tet (Vietnamese New Year) arrives amidst the strumming of guitars.

VU THI THANH HOA

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January Promise

January arrives, bringing with it a promise.

It stirs within us countless aspirations to sprout.

Loving the earth and sky, my heart blossoms with purity.

Therefore, everything in January becomes even more captivating.

Let's put aside the joys and sorrows of the past year.

Expressing love through loving eyes and smiling lips.

May I be like a fresh green leaf.

Always bravely reach out to embrace the sun.

The buses slowly rolled away.

Carrying the dreams of generations of young people on their journey.

With a wave of my hand, I make a promise to my homeland.

I will make a name for myself on the day I return.

In the field, the seeds awaken.

Rising up in green are the hopes of our poor homeland.

When May arrives, the potatoes and rice will sing with joy.

When seeds and tubers are full of life-giving sap

Out there on the sea, sails are billowing.

Sing a song promising an abundance of fish.

The fishing villages will change their appearance.

In the appearance of a peaceful and prosperous landscape.

Oh, January, with so many cherished dreams!

Let us rejoice in sweet promises.

We wish January would last a little longer.

Let spring linger with apricot and peach blossoms.

LE THI XUAN

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Despite the broken promise of spring.

I'm not afraid of spring leaving so quickly.

The spring is gone, and the summer is no more, bathed in warm sunshine.

The cicadas once again sing their romantic song of the changing seasons.

The red phoenix branch gives wings to poetry and soars.

I'm not afraid of the clouds and wind, I'm just passionately in love.

The wind whistles, urging the green shoots and leaves to bloom.

Don't fear the gentle waves of the evening.

The boat's heart beats with a lullaby-like refrain...

I only fear that spring will fade away, losing its gentle charm.

Then the lips and cheeks lose their rosy color, adding a touch of sunshine.

I fear the streets will suddenly become bustling with distant footsteps.

Leaving her alone before sunset.

I'm afraid that trust in each other will also erode.

Two lines do not always converge in the same direction.

So, my dear, if spring fails to keep its promise...

Let's cherish our love forever!

TRAN BICH HUONG

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The Eyes of Dak O

The day I arrived in Dak O, Bu Gia Map

The sky was clear and blue, the trees glistening with dew.

The winding road is like soft silk.

Branches twist and turn gently in the tranquil depths.

With skillful knife work, he unearthed the stream of white gold.

She hurried along, emptying the sap and running from the rain.

Harvesting season

The night lights gleam, illuminating the diligent bees.

The dawn rises, gathering white gold for life.

The S'tieng girl's eyes were flirtatious.

The eyes of the Dak O people are blue, a borderland...

NGO THI NGOC DIEP

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Where should I send my longing and memories?

I want to write something to send to the yellow apricot blossoms.

The struggle on that side is bitterly cold, piercing the heart.

She just comes and goes, nonchalantly.

It makes my heart ache with sincerity.

I want to sit here a little longer.

Even though no one will ever come to this doorstep again.

Even in a hundred thousand invisible worlds

Still trying to see where the person is.

The deeper I look, the emptier my heart becomes.

Let's get up and continue with the cherry blossoms.

LE NGUYET MINH

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Listen

Listen to the peaceful rustling of the grass.

How kind and compassionate the earth is!

Listening to the wind high above

How joyful the birds, the moon, and the stars are!

Listen to this heartbeat

Only now will my attachments fade away.

TRAN NGOC TUAN

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Six-eight verse at the beginning of spring

I'm about to turn eighty.

Write a six-eight syllable verse - rhyming carefully.

The spring garden echoes with the cooing of birds.

Listen to the rhythmic sound of the cuckoo's call.

Swallows soar across the sky, their hearts fluttering.

Carrying the six-eight verse poem, flying across the kite's wings.

Appearing in the twilight

The mother's hunched figure, the stork's swaying wings.

Nature is stirring as the seasons change.

The sun sets slowly, the wind carries the clouds away...

Eighty springs - my life

War, poverty... wandering throughout the region.

Spring flowers bloom along the road, the fire blazes.

Looking up, my hair turned into fluffy white clouds in the sky!

DO MINH DUONG

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Delegation No. 1 of the Naval Region 2 Command visits and extends New Year greetings to the DK1 offshore platform. (Illustrative photo: Binh Nguyen)

Green homeland

Walking amidst the singing wind from all sides.

The faint scent of cashews - the boundless green of the season.

A sunlit flower - perfectly round, vibrant with the color of memories.

The space was overflowing - she giggled.

Oh, what a night!

Lost in a dream world

The Đồng Ca Valley echoes through my homeland.

Whose window is so blue?

The roads are green... green...

That day I had just braided my hair.

In the middle of the moonlit season - the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

First kiss - on the other side of the Ba Mu Bridge

Even now, it still melts my heart.

My daughter has grown up and become a teacher.

Just like when I used to carry each letter up into the forest.

The steep, dusty road of memories

Day after day, the love grows stronger.

The field whistle - calling forth the dawn of our homeland.

Friends from all over the world come to Nam Dong Phu.

Suoi Giai Lake leans to reflect the city's image.

Embrace my homeland, Dong Phu!

TRIEU QUOC BINH

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Thinking about spring

I sow the seeds of spring.

A seed of hope

Waiting for the dew to settle night after night.

The morning sun warms the air.

Shield against the east wind

Waiting day after day...

The spring garden puts on a new dress.

Re-decorate with chrysanthemums and peach blossoms.

The early morning seed

Pink buds sprout, then green shoots emerge.

Under the warm golden sunlight

Under the misty drizzle

Spring sows a poetic idea.

From his promise...

TRAN THI BAO THU

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Mimosa pudica and Mimosa pudica

Is it true that you harbor purple in your heart?

Therefore, the color of the flowers turns a melancholic tea hue.

dried tear

clinging precariously to the corner of the eye?

Did you lean your head against the wall, remember?

so pile stones on top of stones

clam

Gazing towards that distant place?

Hide your shyness

The leaves trembled silently.

lower your eyes

A gentle breath through the heart

A love letter that never had a name.

Round like a balloon,

like someone's eyes silently watching for a thousand years

The flower is shy.

waiting for familiar footsteps

Close your eyes as the golden sunlight shines in.

The leaves whispered a hurried kiss.

The wind turned away, blushing.

The stone silently tilted its head.

cover for the mimosa flower

A space where I dare not utter words of love.

RED SWALLOW

Source: https://baodongnai.com.vn/dong-nai-cuoi-tuan/202602/trang-tho-thang-2-3f41311/