Poems by Thao Vy Tran from Vietnam

 

Poems by Thao Vy Tran from Vietnam

Her biography:

Full name: Tran ThiThanhHuyen
Pen name: Thao Vy Tran
Born in Nam Dinh city, Viet Nam
Currently residing and working in Germany
Her poems are all selected and published in many newspapers and books with other poets. Her poems are very special both in forms and words that are very attractive to many readers. Her literature works made people thinking a lot of life and fate.

Her poems:

The winter woman

Oh, thebeautiful andflattery words...
I give up like Death surrounds me
Silently, not being lulled by life scenes
Getting rid of all the cheats
Wrapping my own feelings in human vanity
Covering at night with burning hardships
Hiding tears, whispering bitters…

Necessary things in daily life
I immerse myself in the mood paying the loan
The winter woman
Holding time drying the dew on thebouncy hair
Drawing a rainbow waving on the tanned melasmaskin
Oh cycle of life, twisting the tightened rails
I am on fire, in the main role
The woman in hard-working despite rainy or sunny weather
Lean meat for lunch, thin ham for dinner...
Calculating life facts, lost in the overflowing monsoon
Forgetingthe youth, oh Autumn is already early Winter.

The winter woman
A pillow dreams at night, counting the rotten leaves at the alley
Still immersing in the light autumn rain
November
Sprinkling the night fragrance of withered chrysanthemums
Heart opening itself, glimmering the love hope
Borrowing the tranquility, relief of the experienced soul.

I'm the winter woman
Or the woman is passing the storm
Sewing for myself the miraculous dragon embroidered shirt
Putting on the heart, the rhythm ofimpermanent life
Drawing the honesty when an angel falling asleep on sofa waiting for mother
Oh the angel does not need wings
I know I can handle the hardship on my own
Knowing the end will turn into heaven
Sparkling smiles with busyness
The winter woman, as a tumbler doll
Managing the life, incubating the future sunshine.


The season fragrance

A crescent moon falls a debris
The old autumn dyesfreely the color to a new season
Drying silks and threading to embroid
Skillfully knitting and sewing just for autumn and winter

Cold breeze wrapping the windstorm direction
Compassionating for those as willows falling thin figures on the riverside
The shadow of moon is full of illusions
The poetic soul weaving fragile dreamsof the fallen afternoon
The autumn fragrance is infatuated and lovely
The autumn rain is missed the dreamy appointment
The recitation is ethereal
The season change is profound, the sky is pale
Why do leaves fall without words
Why does the love miss to heavenforever

Why do whiteAnastomusoscitans travel
Why is the sunshine fadedfor less pink heels
To the autumn, wind is floating
Yellow chrysanthemum blooms a few flowers behind the house
Red epiproctas perch down lightly
Lots of memories honestly wait for the autumn.


Beginning of winter

It's beginning of winter, you know
flowers bloom despite the windstorm
the season shaking soulsto reach the sky
sounding the night echoes of sorrow.
It's beginning of winter, you know
freezing cold in dew rose petals
warming up the wandering cloud and wind for old season
passionating drunken yeast with light rain.
It's beginning of winter, you know
compassionating very much the fate of beauty
the wind blows by the riverside through the door slit
falling off the youth, it is burning sunshine
It's beginning of winter, you know
imperatacylindrica cover the way, lighting the heart
people return to the wharf entangling thememory
worrying my shadow with the moon.


The rhythm of season change

I have passed
how many autumns in foreign countries
So sad poetry
dying the old, damaged sunshine color

Can't you understand the stars?
Twinkling at nights is the end of loneliness.
Cold breeze echoing from afar
Getting out the deep love to send the faraway guest

A heart fire
Measuring the far depth
Heart burning itself for longing
The season of season change
holding on to the unstable years
People dating people
be silent the last song, engrossedto falling
Sobbing, singing the old,earnest love song.

Still deep
in a passionate dream
Earth and sky interfering
Ignoringhirundinidae wings to travel to a long distance.
Can't you know? atinterlaced night
At my place, rain filters the autumn drop.

September
blooming yellow chrysanthemums
Autumn is anxious
moonlight is full of throbbing
Weaving the love
turning into continuous rain to ease a badly nostalgia
Counting time in gentlely falling leaves
Collecting the imagination, thought of fading love.

Can't you understand?
My heart is ever bruised with thousands of scratches sprouting thorns
Still instinctively putting myself thorns in my chest, my reddyheart
Lowering gradually the sweet and bitter loss
Reluctant autumn combining randomly with a piece of crescent moon
broken....
Which cut can end the primitive,sad love.

The lipstick color, I paint on the new era
Still matching the pale past color
Endless autumn, magical reincarnation
Heart trap, love charms confess
Waiting for people, burning my autumn color.


The season

The season is on shining
Autumn is falling on the doorstep
How can imprison the wind
Lulling the extreme suffering souls

Plumeriarubrasprinklingon the temple yard
Reminding people of unfocused thoughts
Helping through the big changes
Wharf of Bat Nha* boat

Red epiproctasfly down
Continuous rainsees off summer
The yellow last sunshine of chrysanthemums
Autumn dyes the old river

Afraid of thin sideburns
Knitting the beautiful sadness
The mist entangles on one’s eyes
The deep night, dreamy night

Quiet youth cafe
Singing lullabies of old memories
Heaven and earth are cheerfully drunk
Tilting the mercy beat.

*Bat Nha boat is the wisdom boat created by the Buddha's magic to bring enlightened souls to the fairy world


Pure words

June, falling the withered lotus petals
Lotus flowersare pure for thousand years
Emitting the fragrance from the stagnatedpond mud
In the clarity of a gloomyworld, the mind is mirrored
The scale converts to bass beat
In harmony with the life circuit of flushed underground storms
Catching source raindrops early in the morning
Playing a short verse full of waves
Pentatonic scale rises to the mountain top
Luxurious dress vibrates the world
Summer incubatesprecarious Delonixregia
Cicadassingevenly, confusednostalgia
Is the purple Lagerstroemia floribundawaiting for
Dawn in the light sunshinebreaks up the dream
Spreading the Hirundorusticawings
Measuring the human love, oh innermost feelings
Soaking the lotus in the great will sleep
Borrowingthe cicada to get rid of the body paying the earthly fate.


Thought the old autumn

thought the old autumn died hurriedly
dying leavestighten horizontally to the red heart
sad river, willowsfell to wait for
mosses coveredthe looped silk threads.
the sun and the moon, fading crescent moon
suffering to convert to peaceful dreams
diving in the cold north wind
your silk hair warmed up my inner and outer suffers
the fate was pleaded toworship
brown eyes banned my soul to gold
Autumn rain sprinkled on the immense sadness
by the chrysanthemum,withered petals dyed by Winter.



In love with the season

a season was passedvery strange to the next season
wind loved itself on the sad yellowish leaves
vibrating the love heart into depressed dry branches
tearing to wait in red blood for new leaves

shaking the love heart before withered autumn and hurry winter
calling to the soul of the shaking silences
escapingto the clouds, hiding the unsent feeling
waiting for the next season to put aside the nostalgia over the threshold

thin mist or your reddish soft lips
I lost my way, your hair fragrance emitted lightly
bewildering in cold breeze like youth time
still passionately lovedautumn of you...


Whispering in night fragrance

Night breath
penetrated bysweet fragrance of love
Covered by the sky to dream of autumn
Taking the season fragrance
restless night
Summer was fire to the end offering itsearnestness

Who so?
The dew was still bitter on the riverside of the old years
The cold north wind in heart liftedthe distant clouds
Spring changedits coat
since the nostalgia wasbegan
Nguyen Tieu* moon as pearl
I thirsted for mother's milk.

Negligent love
carrying the debt fate
Your soft hairmarinatedMichelia, confused
A gentle sound was fragrant extremely in the loneliness
River flowing from the source
why keep getting lost
Rising high tide, boats anchored to the waiting wharf

Goodbye the night
aching for withered lotus
June dries up, cutting two the sun and the moon
Taking refuge early in the morning, July to supply and demand
Nguu Lang Chuc Nu
now it turned raining
Nobody knew deeply the beginning nor end

The season incubated young seeding
The off-season rice, worn brown shirt
Thunder in the east, severe sunshine in the afternoon
The wind turned back, pulling storms in old days
Rain pouring wholy, freezing cold in sideburns
It was not love, so autumn gathered leaves
Spreading the yellow carpet, patching themiserablecolor
Brushing strokes, drawing painful curves
You were hidden in all human lives

Passionate streets
Mild lips in pink Delonixregiawings
Lighting a fire up the horizon
dying purple of brown sails
Borrowing a dead cicada for metonymy of sad love
You and I
Burying the night light
getting a piece of moon at the bottom of a well
Dying up to shadow the lady moon.


* Nguyen Tieu moon: The first full moon of a year
** Nguu Lang Chuc Nu are two characters in a very famous fairy tale originating from China


The white flower in autumn

The earth and sky spread the autumn fragrance
An immense and blind world in the heart
Fragrant diospyrosdecandra and ripen grapefruits
The stormwind was carrying the father's love.
Mercy, joy, anger, tolerance
Supporting mestep by step in super short time of life
Brilliant sunset at the horizon
It was the color of my penance and pray at deep nights.
In filial ceremony I set a white flower
Contains turned a silent softener
Fragrant lotus in the temple yard
Holding hands prayed for the nursing mother.
Sparkling red roses
Hundred years of mother's shadow brought up the mountain landscape

Many scenes were faded away
I went back to sew the peaceful bright moon.
Nirvana, father supported the predestined fate
In the real world, mothermeditated naturally
Autumn and winter collected two regions
Where I divided sorrow to pay gratitude.
No matter lots of far-nearunjustness of life
How can be expressed all in me
Praying that mother would be less gloomy
Human feelings gave me to bear.
Autumn come, it was floating
Father rested in peace, I grew and planted for people
A thousand wishes suddenly became silent
Sending by theaquilariacrassnaincense, I remembered father.


A farewell to autumn

Monsoon entangles to autumn
Floating the bitterness and darkness to the sky
Falling leaves startles without words
Thought to sow honey fragrance for a pollen.
Itis hard to measure dishonesty
Itisa silent word interfering in my own
The old autumn seemedslowly
This autumn is quickly drawing the shape of winter.

Spring is still looking forward
Much efforts wait for the flowers booming
Turning on the ups and downs summer wind
Love ruins silently support the predestined fate.
Mother knits brocade shirts in front of the porch
Father left the world to go to fairy realm for thousand autumns
Showing me to dream
There is still mother in real world, father separated in underworld.



(Translated into English by Hanoi Female Translators)