Poetry page for March

Dong Nai enters a new chapter.

Báo Đồng Nai•21/03/2026

The vibrant pink trumpet flowers bloom beautifully in March along Cach Mang Thang Tam Street (Tran Bien Ward). (Illustrative photo: Cong Nghia)

The river overflows with the light of prosperity and abundance.
Deep beneath the surface, the silt remains still, accumulating and building up.

Mountains upon mountains, a secure border, and open trade routes.
The sky was vast, and two planes took off from a lotus-shaped platform on the ground.
Building upon the achievements of the century, our aspirations soar!

TRAN THI HIEU

Mother carries the burden of March.

Mother's shoulders are bent under the burden of March.
Carrying the burden of the lean season out to the fields.
Mom! It's completely green!
The last wick of the season. The raincoat flutters.

The old days of...
Mom!
I hear the grains of rice forcing a smile in May.

The straw stubs decompose during the full moon.
Warm feet, rice seedlings - the fields resound with the melody…

Back then, I dreamed of going far away.
A bowl of leftover rice is a dream.

Mom! The blue stretches endlessly…

TRIEU QUOC BINH

Through the misty hills
Through the misty hills
through the misty hills
There are still so many things left unsaid.
Secrets hidden inside starfish
Unleash your heart, unleash waves of flying fireworks.

he is young
mysterious gentle man
cloudy rain
The tree with its delicate, budding flowers
rotating clock counter
The sparrows chirped and played hide-and-seek.

through the misty hills
through the misty hills
There are still so many things left unsaid.

the setting sun
alleyway
I was wearing a pink sweater and waiting for noon.
The spring breeze has just begun to arrive…

VU THANH HOA

March sadness

I left behind the nursery rhyme.
March stands still, lost in thought.
The lonely stork's wings in the deserted evening
The village dock is bewildered by sadness.
How many full moons are there in March?
The durian tree bears fruit for several seasons.
I left my girlhood behind.
The south wind blows sadly over the mountains.
In March, the sea is also lonely.
The hermit crab indifferently carries sand.
March secretly loves those eyes.
Shy and timid in the old days...
March holds onto a touch of foolishness.
Afternoons spent catching crabs and picking guavas.
In March, some people get upset.
Getting married and forgetting about March...

HUU DIEN

With March

March is fragrant with the scent of honeygrass.
She smiled, her smile reflecting the sunlight on the riverbank.
We passed through the stormy days.
Tears well up in the smoke from burning fields.
March smells of dampness.
My mother folded the blankets and put them away for the winter.
The joy still lingers somewhere.
Warmth permeates the cotton fibers.
March is red with kapok flowers.
The season of budding green shoots heralds spring.
My mother carried her load on her shoulders as soon as the market closed.
The night air fills the garden with the scent of incense.
March awakens with new sunshine.
The crape myrtle blossoms purple along the rainy path.
The blind traveler far away in the mist and smoke.
We returned home, drenched in the rain of a bygone afternoon...

DAO AN DUYEN

The street carries on its shoulders a rendezvous with the mist.

Goodbye, misty streets of December!
Tomorrow we will cross the Cai River leisurely.
Which path leads to the old, simple, moss-covered train station?
The Jade Bridge reflects itself alongside the visitors.
The streets of beautiful women are still damp and chilly in April.
Mist and clouds drift by, illusory dreams in life.
Against the wind, the girls of Le Loi High School leave school.
Where does that profound gaze lead?
The land of beauty where we met ten years ago.
Long Chau, Long Thang, Cau Moi, Long Ha
The riverbanks were flooded last season.
The spirit of the reeds returns to its old harbor after a hundred years.
We sip coffee at the train station.
The street carries on its shoulders a rendezvous with the mist.
Drinking alone tonight, tomorrow I'll be leaving to wander.
Goodbye, misty streets of December!

EMPRESS

Morning glory

Climbing on a sparse fence
Growing alongside the grass
Morning glory flowers are still blooming.
Pinkish-purple flowers
Morning glory flowers silently
Beside the peony
Beside the hydrangeas…
Many people dream of it.
familiar morning glory
In her story
Each little flower
Vibrant energy
Morning glory flowers are in bloom.
Beautiful countryside far away.

BUI THI BIEN LINH

White Ru

Regarding the days of fighting the Covid-19 pandemic.

Sleep now, my dear, a fleeting slumber.
Leaning his head against the chair, the table was cluttered.
Lullaby for the baby, even with the face mask on.
Gentle white Ru blu, loving trust

The epidemic rages fiercely day and night.
The stronghold of white coats stands firm, providing protection.
Human life is fragile and cannot be protected.
Joy and separation are but fleeting moments.

Go to sleep, piece together your thin dreams.
Straining a little more strength to shoulder the burdens day and night.
I feel sorry for my colleague who shares the same name.
Rushing into the heart of the epidemic, forgetting about their own safety...

Sleep now, lull your heart to sleep with this lullaby.
Dissolve
My mother and brother's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Written in August 2022. Revised in September 2025.

DAM CHU VAN

Spring rain

Spring rain brings forth the galactic blossoms.
The distant horizon, a waterfall of pearls falling.
Towards the transitional melody
She looked at me with a sparkling, rosy smile.

Her hair was drenched in moonlight.
Let the fragrant breeze lull the soul into a state of blissful enchantment.
My love is kept tonight.
As clear as the first raindrops of the season

She sings from the rain in my dreams.
A lullaby of simple summer days, full of love.

NGUYEN DUC PHUOC

Pomelo blossoms in my mother's garden

The pomelo blossoms are in bloom in the garden.
It evokes a sense of nostalgia.
Mother sat on the deserted porch.
hair with smoky gray color

The wind gently sways the branches.
A mother's heart is still not at peace.
grapefruit scent
Deeply immersed in emotions

My mother saw me off twice.
Husband and children left one after another.
two thin notification slips
which weighed down a roof

The evening meal was served in silence.
The bowls and chopsticks clattered together.
Two seats remain vacant.
How do you fill it in properly?

The incense smoke rises very gently.
like words left unspoken
Spring still lingers
A farewell ceremony from long ago.

HANH VAN

March 8th

The woman woke up earlier than the alarm clock rang.
The women leisurely go to the market and cook rice.
While cleaning the kitchen, she hummed an old poem.
Hesitantly sweeping the late-falling leaves in the square courtyard.

Daily tasks completed.
Women are browsing Facebook, admiring flowers and gifts of all kinds.
See how mothers and sisters show off on Women's Day.
Women have nothing to post.

Women have nothing to be sad or resentful about.
The women took out their clothes to iron them.
This is a uniform for the child, and a shirt for the husband.
This is a traditional Vietnamese dress for going to class, so it has to be neat and tidy.

Every now and then, the women would look around expectantly.
Love returns
She - the woman with no gifts, no flowers
Only laughter filled the dining table, fragrant with the scent of happiness...

TRAN NHA MY

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