Compose

Illustration: HAI YEN

Self-esteem

I go build temples

A common home between all regions of the country

Sacred temple, steep cliff

As a milestone forever

I go to deep forests and high mountains

Find teammates who know when to cool off

Old poem, just keep pushing

A thousand years of carving in stone to ease the pain

Return to a void

Cold as ice in the vastness of life

Know that, everything is up to heaven

No one is perfect, being human

Oh well. Don't blame, don't complain.

In the future, forever the country and the race!

Tran The Tuyen

March, the street and you

March

gentle sunshine

happy street

shaky

me

pure spring

pure morning dew

The street where you come back

Poetry on the porch.

Tam Minh

Under the statue of Mother Suot

Laying flowers on the statue of Mother Suot

To never forget a glorious time

To never forget the time of holding a gun

On the fiery land of Quang Binh full of hardship and sacrifice

I returned to Nhat Le to welcome the dawn.

Half a century has passed with so many changes.

Faces, tolerant smiles of Dong Hoi

Spacious and open streets welcome

Nhat Le hits the shore, foaming waves fly high

Fishing boats anchored waiting to leave port

Over the sand dunes towards Bao Ninh is the sea

On the statue of Mother Suot looking on…

Overcame years of poverty

Planning the future for a new city

Dong Hoi - Quang Binh changes every day

Green city, city of love!

Slowly walking on the sand dunes of Quang Binh

Hear the sacred echoes of many heroes

Talented generals and scholars become immortal

Listen to the poetry of Han Mac Tu calling us back...

Years go by, life is always the same

Live to love, a complete life

Quang Binh today is always filled with smiles

Open your arms to welcome the new day.

Hoang Dinh Nguyen

I am the wave

You are the age of flowers I search for memories

Waves hit the shore, I pick up the sunshine of time

The sea this afternoon is also faintly misty

Big Mountain sees off the sea season,

The windy day at Dau beach is sad...

You are my moon, the moon of sixteen blue dreams

He became the one who salvaged the shattered moonlight, mending the old love.

Happy June night,

Cape Nghinh Phong is windy

Snatching one's fate

The wave has just dissipated…

I am a wave pretending to love the warm sea

I'm forever foolish, singing songs to my lips

Passionate hair absorbed in waves

A rushing dreamland…

The dream of life is gradually pushed away by the rocky rapids...

Le Vinh Du

Foreign

Childhood

I grew up in my grandmother's arms.

Old song

Oh, grandma said

Pity the small stork

Love the sound of the cauldron staying up late in the middle of the field

Grandma almost smiled

Eyes of the well

Oh my memories

Twelve foreign wharves imprinted worn paths

Early morning wake up with dew

Sad child crying

A lifetime of hardship and suffering

Foreign burden on himself

Let my life go

Print the image of the grandmother.

Ngo Nu Thuy Linh

See each other off

As closed

half moon wood

Last night I dreamed of the mountain, you smiled like poetry

Who is the sleepwalker gathering distant clouds?

blurred

hand in hand

just go through this sadness

will be fun

this man,

please don't forget

glittering night body

eyes for someone who was once infatuated

when the silver clouds drifted overhead

follow the light

find each other

winter will contribute more firewood

Every love comes to an end

Tonight, I see you off.

Le Thanh My

Rain

Another Wing

Rising from the green sadness

Growing from the far eyes

Brown Rays of Memory

Drift and fly away crystal clear

True magic words

Fall into the painful palm

I came back across the street.

But where to find each other

White petals whisper the words of the wind

The scent is gone

Purple clouds on the horizon

Where to fly in the endless memories...

Intuition...

A blue sadness drifts away!

Huynh Thi Quynh Nga

Write for Gac Ma

Over thirty years

The daughter has grown up to be a mother.

On the portrait of his father, the smile of a young soldier

As if the pain of that day was still fresh

On the unequal battlefield

Thousands of love sent forever

An unforgettable memory

The picture of my father, my heart is always filled with tears

Words of the past, because I am a soldier

Water conservation is the way of life

See the invaders with guns on the road

Bring spring

Bring the green

White clouds bloom, green tips bid farewell

Where my father fell

Is where I grew up

Thousands of petals like blood grow up

The sea is still silver, the heart is still loyal

Mother's eyes gaze at the distant sky

March, the rice fields

Like a blazing fire in the sky

The old words still echo in my ears

Rest in peace in the hearts of all who remain

Your shadow returns, incense burns at night.

Le Ha Ngan

Poet Dam Chu Van selected and introduced.

Source: https://baodongnai.com.vn/dong-nai-cuoi-tuan/202504/sang-tac-ca05699/