Index

Alexandra Huynh

• “Vòng đời của những lời quấy rối tình dục”

Auden

• Người lúc nào cũng yêu nhiều hơn

Bạch Diệp

• A fruitful season
• An afternoon at the end of the week
• Green tea
• Lent
• Sisters and the village
• Spring reverie
• The evening rain
• Thunderstorm

Benedict Smith

• Tôi ước là tôi viết được theo cách tôi nghĩ

Bùi Giáng

• Dream
• Goodbye
• The pretty muse

Bùi Kim-Anh

• An afternoon at the end of 2020
• A conversation with age
• Dalat station
• Dusk
• Err is the season
• How could a leaf possibly be so
• March’s full moon
• Rain
• Sunday, May 2021
• The cold wind

Charles Simic

• Ở cửa hàng đồng nát

Choé

• Being of merry temperament

Cố Thành

• The poet does nothing

Cung Trầm Tưởng

• It has never felt so sad

Du Tử Lê

• Take me to the sea when I’m gone
• The nightwalker’s lullaby

Dư Đằng Duy

• night, tipsy
• the missing branch of the river
• the tumulus of April

Dương Diên Hồng

• Don’t
• Like
• There’ll come a day
• To all the girls beyond 50
• We will all one day

Đặng Tiến

• an ode upholding the right to be an imbecile
• beauty
• death is inevitable
• drinking alone
• I feel momentarily at peace
• in memory of Ly Hao Nam
• sleepless nights or much ado about nothing
• sunset
• the old textbooks
• Who?

Đinh Thanh Huyền

• The aim denied by poetry

Đinh Thị Như Thúy

• An anthem by Răng Cưa Mountain
• December waltz
• Silent farewell
• spring day
• The wind twisted in agony above them.
• There are the days when we are simply lost
• where it’s windy on a winter’s day

Đinh Trường Chinh

• 30 tháng tư
• A Sign
• a tug-a-war between my right and left brain
• Amy Winehouse
• an empty chasm
• August verses
• autumn canvas
• buds of autumn
• by the night you must compromise
• chaconne
• Christmas shall soon pass by
• drawing me
• Faking an afternoon nap
• go. return to
• I see people not by the colour of their skin
• in another life
• Kiss
• Lê Thánh Thư
• leaning into darkness
• Loneliness
• (M)aria
• me, recollecting the Sun
• morning notes sáng
• Night
• nirvana
• Noon came rain
• professed
• recycled
• Saigon 1985
• share
• shut
• soundly the night sleeps
• the day
• the human mind
• the last bloody scar
• the morning after the day before
• the smallest thought in the wind
• the late train took me down South
• This morning
• this morning I heard the bird singing
• Thơ at I-95
• today I will take you
• when I’m barely awake

Đoàn Phú Tứ

• The hue of time

Đoàn Xuân Cao

• Come home to Hải Phòng my love

Đỗ Khiêm

• A woman’s desire

Đỗ Trung Quân

• The Rain’s Air

Edward Estlin Cummings

• vì trước hết là cảm xúc

Hieu Kien

• the magical night

Hoàng Xuân Sơn

• 5 lines on an anthem of Ukraine
• a command to w(h)ine
• a field bleached white in spring
• a lover somewhere
• a shattering month. reading Cao Xuân Huy
• addicted
• an independent creative thought
• an unfinished verse, a social distancing christmas
• April afternoon
• arms wide opened hand in hand
• as ancient. as poetry
• butchers
• cheer leading
• cosmos
• denial
• don’t say
• finger reading
• holding back
• I am very much me
• I’m living in the middle of the forest of my memories
• leaning stars
• liquid amber
• listening to the heart
• morning glory reflected in the mirror
• nowadays
• scent of colours
• the chill
• the face of reality
• the fragility of a breath
• the journal
• the old man Nguyen likes to kick the ball around
• the perceived politic
• The Refrain of Ukraine
• the resounding images of spring in poetry
• the stutter of new love
• threads of sunlight
• ungrateful cruelty, dusk
• unnamed
• we have carried each other

Hồ Minh Tâm

• Late poem

Huy Cận

• Blue
• Endless love
• I’m reborn at dawn in your life

Hứa Hiếu

• 30/4 is nothing but a thoughtless curiosity
• Are you crazy!
• a bit windy a bit late
• a poet just passed away
• Buried memories
• cigarette smoke
• clumsy metaphors
• descending into the colours of soil and dust
• fatuously roaming
• flesh and bone barely enough to lay the foundation of ideals
• following the herd of deer
• I’m naked, like a tree stripped of its bark
• I’ve never applied for residency
• in a knot
• in the perished poems
• Now
• One late April night, I’m choking on all sorts of incomprehension
• powerless
• stepping into the streets, I was undecided on what to wear so I pieced together some letters
• that rambling appetite
• the afternoon, on the other side of Vũng Tàu
• The April Rain
• the last page of the calendar
• The portrait
• there’s one stubborn poem that refuses to ever sleep
• what the heck
• Yes, we were bound beyond borders

Hương Cỏ May

• Annoyed with the cat
• Your one and only poet

Inra Sara

• APSARA
• Forest memory – 1999

Kiều Maily

• The Phan Rang Smile

Lê Đình Tiến

• A collection of joyous rhymes 
• Chán.
• Rain.
• The Village Festival
• To Those Who Plagiarise

Lê Nhi

• A view rounded & framed
• Focal point

Lê Vĩnh Tài

• 4.0
• 369
• 5 countable verses
• 6 bài thơ
• 7 verses – you stole my thoughts
• 8 Prayerful Odes
• 10 verses – poetry is a mother’s silence
• a few words
• A FIELD OF INHUMANITY
• a geese feather tainted with your blood
• a land where even the weed flowered
• a map in the old house
• a poem or just a rope
• a poem written for a poet devoted to freedom
• a poet died in the trees
• a poet that has never smiled
• a poet’s reward
• a red apple
• A very small death – Emptiness – Abyss – I’ve dropped on the spot – Scrap paper – Brutality – My existence
• ABODE 1: FIRE – The octopus from the deep shall
• ABODE 2: WATER – What or where is the womb, can you show me?
• ABODE 3: LIGHT
• ABODE 4: LAND AND COUNTRY – how could they even think of dividing the womb
• ABODE 5: Where resides the graves of young sober men
• ABODE 6:
• ABODE 7:
• afraid of the virus
• all poems were in sky blue
• all the women from my past keep calling me
• amongst the dreams
• an amateur
• AN EPIC ODE OF MY HOMELAND A HUNDRED YEARS AGO
• AN EPIC ODE OF SAIGON IN LOCKDOWN
• AN EPIC ODE OF UKRAINE
• AN EPIC POEM SHATTERED INTO WARM RAIN
• an interment in white
• An old lullaby
• and pain is the colour of clarity
• and the colours
• and the wind pushes it around
• and you will be my light…
• April
• April is in fast passing showers
• as a poet
• Big mean huge
• blood and flowers
• blood is no sweat
• Born in the year of the horse
• Bumping into an old friend from med school in the streets…
• CHRONICLES OF A DEAD PERSON LIVING STILL WITH THE TRUTH
• CHRONICLES OF A RIVER
• chừng nào nhớ hết nước mắt?
• cigarette smoke
• Corona, the year 2030
• Dad, where do poetry come from
• damp and wet like the brain, the concept of words germinating
• Damp memories
• Dear lord, sobering is December!
• December
• deception is not love
• defensive
• deliriously obsessed were the yellow flowers
• dissolving joy
• Do you need 5 people to love you or 5000 followers?
• does it help us to avoid the need to look at the virus?
• During Isolation
• Each time the afternoon pulls light into night
• Envy
• even your mother didn’t get a chance to breastfeed you
• everything was wrapped in a glorious chill
• eyes, a star & you
• falls apart and die
• finally you touched on the absent of us, the gone years
• Flying high
• four poems
• fractured glass and rotten memories
• Freemann Equations
• from insecurities, we shall radiate glorious light
• garbage
• Gone is Valentine
• Grass, rarely writes poetry of substance…
• H’MONG
• heart
• her hair dripping
• her next door neighbour
• her portraits
• her sunset
• how could that one person be the entirety of the sunset
• How could you be so oblivious to their strength?
• How can a poet escape the spell?
• how do you read the poem, when the poet’s bones are broken… 
• How do you snuff out a candle?
• How does one chew to pieces the bones of a man?
• how funny
• how may she love without anxiety
• How O thou art or any being love 
• How should one savour a woman?
• Humanised
• hypnotizing patriotism
• Hypocrites make a show of benevolence
• I am dead
• I am not like you
• I am steeped in colour
• I don’t know what I did, can you explain it to me
• I have thrown out all the words in my grasp
• I reinvented myself
• I should have enough decency to stop loving her…
• I spoke their language
• I want to turn us into a poem…
• I was four, when I began to chase my dreams
• I was not born a poet
• I’m curled up like a ball as the poem begins to fall into bits
• I’m writing to you from an empty chair that has been filled
• I’ve been through the wilderness of nights
• if it weren’t for your heart
• If one can not write, Poetry can be nothing but a dream
• If only…
• if the electrical pole
• if you could go back in time
• if you could read my thoughts
• if you love
• If you see the poem as feathers of a bird
• imposter
• in a house full of cobweb
• in kisses, she’s proficient
• In today’s time, should poetry be “hard” to read or “hard” to post?
• is Poetry male or female
• it turns out you’re a rat
• it’s all in your head
• it’s late, or is there still a chance someone might turn u
• it’s simple, it’s the one by our side
• it’s twisted, hence, it might be the reason why you couldn’t see
• Justice
• kneeling
• Knock on the Door
• Learning how to love
• like how now and then the stocks hits rock bottom
• like the waves in your room, one moonlit night. in waves, rising
• loneliness
• long ago in the mountain
• love
• love is no deception
• May I kiss you
• me wishing for more rain
• mười hai bài
• my country is an old book
• never fall in love with a poet
• Night
• NIGHT & THE CONTINUING FALLING VERSES OF…
  • they’re tall because we’re on our knees (1)
  • a bird in folklore (2)
  • a poem disappeared into a hole (3)
  • there’s no possible point of view which could surpass the summer (4)
  • gosh the green grass, aching at the foot of the horizon (5)
  • death isn’t rows of furrows in the field (6)
  • not a warden (7)
  • days like these, poetry is a scar at the heart of the people (8)
  • you will touch the love of this nation (9)
  • April (10)
  • without the vernacular, the poem has to wave its arms around dancing (11)
  • don’t write sad poetry, and yearn for its light (12)
  • even the moonlight was something in her imagination (14)
  • her heart is so small, it’s a black hole forever sound within my soul (15)
  • night is the outside falling (16)
  • that’s where the mountain viewed the sea (17)
  • listen to poetry as you would listen to the rain (18)
  • a pantheon of meaning (20)
• no one has fingers small or light enough to cause so much pain
• no one has the rights to absolution
• No reform, just a poem for Vũ
• Not a grave
• not because you’re missing in action
• Not just about the Paracel – Spratly islands
• not poison
• Not Us…
• November yellows flying
• now and then the poet must ponder the state of the nation
• NYE
• often by the sea
• oh heavenly Father
• Oh Sleep
• one lonely hand
• Once a day, the butterflies wander and play.
• once you’re ready to shine
• only the sunrise was a diluted orange
• or has the wind turned you into tears
• our sensitive nature, might, pride
• out by the river
• Out, from isolation
• “out of nothing is nothingness…”
• over the weight of an ellipsis
• pain is a metamorphosis
• past seeing to fear
• perhaps
• photograph
• Poetry
• poetry did, in a hotel slept with a man
• poetry is like the idea of nothing, a waste of time
• Poetry. it’s the accompanying shadow
• Poetry waiting for award
• Poetry is a rose
• poverty is black
• practising line breaks(create the enjambment):
• pulled out
• rage against the dying of the light
• rain
• rain, the ceaseless rainy days
• reading Vietnamese poetry
• red roses, steeped in blood
• reformed
• remorse
• requiem
• resolutions without a limit
• Return when, the un-besieged written verses?
• scent
• she is a happy ending
• she took her shoes off
• She untied each and every ridiculous knot in Poetry
• sitting corpses
• Slander
• sleep tear(s)
• Slowly, Poetry is dying
• so far it’s impossible to know
• soldiers sleeping
• “someone walked past the door possibly”*
• still a dollar in my pocket
• still causing twists and turns in each night’s dream
• tám bài thơ
• Tears are as old as the trees
• ten poems
• TẾT
• the body part factory
• the book of poems lost in Saigon
• The centuries of karma
• The Chư Mang Vernacular
• The concealed circling darkness
• the dark thoughts
• the discarded votes of a nation
• the dissertation of a rose
• the evidence
• the finite and the infinite
• the formation of a drop of blood
• the leaning tower
• the light
• the light dawning on your face
• the moment I greeted my mother to say goodbye
• The moonflower
• The moonflower(poem)
• the morning after pill
• the muse
• The Nation shall call upon the poet
• the ode
• the old
• the pain never budging
• the poem
• the poem, a knotted mess
• the poem has an inessential “yet”
• the poem, it will always surpass the aptitude of the poet
• the poem, it cried
• the poem, it’s already the past
• the poem, it’s not an owl
• the poem reacquainted with the lies
• the poem you’re coveting
• the poet
• the quiet
• the scent of you
• The sea asked the writer
• the sea of dreams
• the sea talks about everything else
• the second hand on the watch
• The small things – I’ve clicked on the mouse – The poems in the year book – When there was no more dream I could still reminisce – The unspoken words and the love lost – The truths you have forgotten, my love
• the smell of rats, mice roasting
• the smile and tears
• the solemn poem
• the storm in us
• the things he took with him
• the unimaginable, dust, I will become
• The United States will always be the United States of America
• the virus’ ode
• the virus doesn’t care
• the watch
• the white clouds’ last dream
• the world, now small in your eyes
• the words in gold
• the working class
• The year coming to an end
• the young poet
• There were only two people in isolation
• there will always be more of the poor than the rich
• There’s still one way
• they held your hand and kissed you on the lips
• they who have just learned how to love will open us up
• this is not a poem
• this world is a cave
• Thơ ngày 6
• those amongst you have disappeared into the dark
• those are the reasons the haiku has forever doubled in length
• Threats
• TIBET
• timelessly love shall belong to us
• trilogy
• two poems
• useless aspiration
• vessel of death
• Virus
• we all know our feet are grounded
• we have turned into one lonely night
• we will return
• we write in silence
• We’re the uneducated adults
• What would be considered as a tragedy, to a poet?
• When he’s quiet, he’s thoughtful. When she’s quiet, she’s plotting something.
• when loneliness is a ghost
• when poetry ignites
• when sadness is still too young on Christmas eve
• when she dies slowly in her sleep
• when sugar is no longer sweet
• when the clouds are weighed down by pain
• when the poem isn’t essential
• when there’s no one at home
• when you look in the mirror
• when you’re a poet, you’re a thief
• Who should I be?
• why is the poem entirely empty?
• Why not you, my love, but Sapa?
• winter’s eve
• without a voice
• words of a wheat field 
• writing poetry is like splitting wood
• wrong
• yeah, the end of the year is exhausting
• you and him, the rain and sadness
• you are a fearless failure
• you enjoy watching me
• you put up with a grain of sunlight
• You’re a fungi
• you’re not a butterfly
• you’re a poem, unlike any other
• you’re not an alcoholic
• You’re washed away. Along with the past.
• you have tattooed on your chest the letter F
• you made the mistake of turning darkness into light
• you saw the beauty of the young woman
• you think I’m done
• your beauty resides in tears
• your lips bloomed like a flower
• your lips, mine

Linh Phương

• A Memorabilia for My First Love

Nguyên Như

• wood pillar

Nguyễn Bắc Sơn

• A day in a life of an Eastern poet
• A portrait of Nguyễn Bắc Sơn
• An hour before the march
• Forgive me
• Gifts for those close and familiar
• If ever in the days to come
• Laugh, oh heroic cry
• My son came into the world, as my friend lay down his life
• Say
• The sickness of war
• The Vietnam War and Me
• To my children

Nguyễn Bính

• My poetry
• Spring rain (I)
• Spring rain (II

Nguyễn Đình Toàn

• Hands and sadness
• Idol
• On my return
• On your return(em)
• Phạm Thái Anthem
• Saigon, a nameless memory
• When I leave

Nguyễn Đức Sơn

• A puddle of holy water
• C’est la vie
• In my personal experience
• It’s all wrong
• Message
• One Day
• Phương Bối at the end of autumn
• Rest in peace
• Seafoam
• There, I saw the forest clouds
• To me
• Upon the precipice of nothingness
• Yeah, something like that 
• Watching my baby learn how to roll
• We’ll see

Nguyễn Hàn Chung

• The Words of Procreation

Nguyễn Hưng Quốc

• 909 TERCET
• live and write like people in exile

Nguyễn Lãm Thắng

• a grey period
• a rather mad affair
• a ship drifting in the meadows
• a windless autumn afternoon
• a woman learning how to draw
• an aching discerned by heaven and earth?
• an afternoon at the end of April by Vu Gia river
• beyond boundlessness
• blindsided
• darkness is nothing but tears
• drifting spirits
• eyes mystified
• hair knots like barb wire during the day long commemoration
• I’m able to savour the morning through your eyes
• in bed in the rapids
• it was like this last night
• last night’s kiss
• light is the stripped-down sound of breathing
• may be
• midnight portrait
• much ado about nothing
• portrait
• ripping out the entrails of the night
• saigon 20h30
• seasoning
• sketches of yearning
• smoke – phượt
• suspicion
• the birds have lost their mind
• the highland’s winter attentive to the breath of foliage
• the last of autumn
• the sheer night rain
• the starkness of the city
• us for instance
• within the falling breaths
• you’re as irresistible as flowing water

Nguyễn Man Nhiên

• a haunting season
• a poem composed for a gibbon on mount wandering
• a poem salvaged from a packet of cigarette
• a weed strewn path
• at the art factory
• be the ocean
• like a child far from home
• lost
• on the shimmering pages of enormity
• the brandy bottles scented with the smells of the kitchen
• the spattered empty anger 
• the vigour of an ancient tree

Nguyễn Quý

• And the morning is as cold as the century
• The innumerable poets
• Windswept on either side of the night

Nguyễn Thanh Thủy

• they disregard your sadness

Nguyễn Thái Bình

• A poem in an outbreak
• Beauty queen
• Coffee
• Crumbs on my birthday
• Facebook
• Robot
• Self-inflicted
• So, you won’t be home for the new year
• There’s power but now there’s no water

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

• 6/8
• 40 years in Australia
• A life worth living
• A Man Born of The Human Spirit
• a meal for worms
• a sinister dark cloak
• A time of Age
• A walk in the rain
• A woman drinking before the sun’s over the yardarm
• An endless blue is the falling sky
• Acceptance
• Alienation
• allow me the fall
• Anh yêu à
• April
• Armed with my heart
• As teardrops, the letters fell
• At what age are you expired?
• audit
• âm hộ
• Bạn có biết sợ không
• Beauty is not in perfection; beauty is by the years marred
• Blocking out the articulation of the murderous dark
• Boo 1
• Boo 2
• Boo 3
• Boo 4
• Boo 5
• Boo 6
• Boo 7
• bury me in the night
• Circles and butterflies
• Cut me open
• Dear Pen Pal
• Delete.
• Dignity is a measure of your pride? 
• Do you know how hard it is to be a good wife?
• Dream
• Dutch courage
• Envy
• Equality
• exodus
• Father and daughter
• fight
• Fly baby fly
• forty days and forty nights
• Fuck it!
• i
• I am a single rib bone from your chest
• I have your word
• I love you
• I love you like the Sun loves fire – Em yêu anh như Mặt Trời yêu lửa
• I want to take a razor to the arch of my feet
• “I was at a loose end (didn’t know what to do -to kill the time)”
• I wish I could hate you
• I witnessed it
• I’m an orb in a box
• in sleep my craving for you less
• In the dark
• In the shadows an ego
• in truths denied
• in your vernacular
• Into a thousand teardrops
• it would surpass time and your vernacular
• Just This Life
• Không in
• Làm ướt cả gia đình tôi.
• Lê Vĩnh Tài and I – What is in a rose?
• Letters in a bottle
• Little girls
• Loneliness
• Ly rượu mừng 
• Mama, now that I’m old enough 
• Me and my little bro
• Mưa sa
• My Vernacular
• New year’s day means surviving
• Nè cậu con trai
• ngọt ở chỗ tiếng cười khúc khích
• Ngộ ơi
• Nha Trang
• những vì sao vần ồn
• “nothing gold can stay”
• On a mountain peak
• On the clouds rest my weary soul
• Ông xã ơi
• Papa’s retirement
• people are no different to trees
• PROPERTY
• reading poetry
• Red
• Shani, my best friend
• She is graduating without a gown
• songngutaitram
• Souls
• Stop bleeding: old age, new wife.
• Stripped back and bare, the soul of my mother’s land, by my hand, my flesh exiled. 
• Summit.
• Surpassing the impossible
• tàn nhang 
• Tặng người tự do
• Tear it all up
• Tháng tám em không làm thơ
• the accumulating sum
• The bird from an ancient highland
• The conservation of Endangered Green Sea Turtles on Six Senses Con Dao
• the female translator
• The flaws in poetry
• The Isle
• The knife at my throat
• The formidable sea
• The grains of sand
• the maker of man
• The moments of inspiration late at night
• The owner of my dignity
• The poet
• The present, a-void
• The Princess and I
• the rainmaker – người làm mưa
• The sadness took me to that place
• The sugar in coffee beans
• The voice of refugees
• the weed through the cracks in the road
• the woman I love
• The words, should it not be felt not heard?
• there are things like torn paper
• Thi sĩ
• Thirteen
• Thì tôi tập đánh vần
• Thư Giáng Sinh 2020 gửi thi sĩ
• tìm em ở đỉnh chiều mây
• Today the sky was swarming blue
• Tôi thương bạn hiền
• Tự lự
• Twenty One
• Twenty Two
• Uống rượu, tập đánh vần
• what is soft like the sound of silence
• When I’m under
• Who am I?
• Why am I so changeable?
• why are you afraid
• Why do I like Poetry?
• Will you meet me at dawn to then abandon me at dusk
• Wistful
• with intention, I will trim and cut
• you are a beautiful mess
• you are the embodiment of text
• your skin and mine, they do not know each other
• Your wit my lady is my downfall

Nguyễn Thị Xuân Mãn

• Dreaming of becoming a drop in the ocean

Nguyễn Tuân

• Drunk

Nguyễn Văn Gia

• As fragile as breathing
• Don’t be like the wind
• In the middle of the desolation of the human heart
• Spin doctor
• Subject matter
• What is there left to say
• Why is there such a fuss and rush in falling apart
• Wildflowers

Nguyễn Văn Thiện

• A bunch of Lunatics
• A dream in red
• A game of sinking to the bottom of the sea
• A hand
• a house without a door
• A letter to the rain
• A Nation Gang Raped
• A thousand times seven
• A vicious circle
• a writer ingested
• accident
• All the little children
• Alone
• April
• Banished
• beheaded
• Bird Wings at the bottom of the Lake
• burying nothing
• Burying one’s shadow
• Butterflies high in the mountain
• Chư Mang in the fall
• Chư Mang to the market
• cracks
• dementia
• Ego consoling self
• Empty
• Faces of familiar spirits
• Farce
• Fight
• fire
• Horses, people, white clouds
• imagine
• In this way, I managed to rescue the words
• Just like that, I had managed to chase away the cloud
• Lone wolf
• Long crazy days
• mesmerizing muddle
• Mixed up
• necropolis
• Not my words, but
• On The Flipped Side
• Portrait of the truth
• Resident zombie
• sips of blood
• speaking for the dead
• straightening a curl as I walk
• The letter “T” in the word “Time”
• the old retired whore plucking duck feathers
• the original storm
• The women in dreams
• There’s a star lighting a fire
• those who do not know how to laugh
• Waiting for them
• We consume words
• Wild stallion

Niê A Dũng

• A woman upon dusk
• Exposed was the night
• I viewed you
• Next to you
• The sunset gushing sentiment

Phạm Công Thiện

• Rain

Phạm Hiền Mây

• Forever yes
• I thought
• Last words
• Let’s go home together, if that’s okay
• Say
• Surprisingly infinite
• Tears of an aching soul
• The idea of endless love
• The thousand years waiting for you
• The trance of quiet prayer

Phạm Thái Lê

• A day void
• A vessel of clouds
• A woman of 40
• At the very end of darkness
• Mourning the meadow
• The twenty-year-old’s smile

Phan Nhiên Hạo

• A guide on how to write
• A house without a door
• A sketchy self-portrait
• A sunny bloom at the peak
• An anthem of rainy days
• An impotent town
• Ant city
• April 30th, 1975
• As the train arrives
• Fish in a well
• Hair cuts on the pavement
• I. – V.
• Strumming the strings of exile
• The COVID cruise
• The Days
• The sea and morning glory
• This nation
• Titonia
• Three portraits of (unpatriotic) Việt Kiều
• Under the woven cloche

Pháp Hoan

• AN EIGHTY THOUSAND TREES BEHEST

Sấu Mã

• Absence
• An old season
• Commitment
• Dining room still life after some shuffling
• Fretful
• Leaving
• Listening
• Movement
• Rain artist
• The net
• The origin
• The scent of poetry

Tạ Xuân Hải

• Cursed
• The sun awakened an idle day
• We waded through the night

Tản Đà

• A Spring Day’s Drunken Verses
• Still game
• The drunken verses

Thái Hạo

• a dragonfly yearning for the Sun
• a poem in the wind
• A sound like a falling egg
• a statistic
• at the heart of a tiny city
• autumn through my window
• “be thankful that we’re living in peace”
• calamity
• corpses of letters
• Day by day, by the door, I’m dying
• dusk
• Exiled in my homeland
• “foreigners“
• fronds of sugarcane like swords
• hungry dogs
• I have returned to the old mountain
• I slept away the afternoon
• I’m awake in the middle of the night in the old house
• I’m sitting beneath a damp forest canopy
• I’m sorry
• learning how to talk
• love will turn into resentment
• March in the dark
• My fellow citizens
• nailed to the cross
• new year’s eve
• night
• nirvana at the bottom of the pond
• On the autumn pavement
• papa
• penitence affront my student, yet 16
• please, someone tell me
• Resting in mother’s house
• September’s moaning of independence
• Sleep falls through the night
• Son, you are older by the day
• summer
• summer in an eggshell
• the affection sound in the lake
• the brown dark earth
• the children asleep on the pavement
• the classroom
• the day I die
• the endearment in the lake
• The hero sat there crying
• the living word
• THE MICE CHRONICLES
• the nation
• the snake’s as beautiful as a brushstroke of a toddler
• The verses shifted in the middle of the night inside my chest
• to watch a soul fall out from its body
• Tsinghua University Student Protest
• waiting for my ride
• when the poem had completely lost its mind
• Within the nest of crumbling leaves
• women
• yearnings
• winter awakening

Thanh Dang

• Easter
• I’ve been on the battlefield
• Mantra
• My poetry is about love not an invitation to love
• Oh look, a poem by thanh dang
• She’s even lovelier than the day she met him, in her dream
• The Book of Life
• The long journeys are the turning points in one’s life
• Two girls, comparing notes
• When bullets and bombs shreds poetry into pieces

Thanh Tâm Tuyền

• A funny verse
• A sad song
• A spot on the bus
• About Quách Thoại
• All in the name of
• Black
• Constant, the love poems in times of separation
• Easter
• Grass
• High rising
• In time
• Mai
• On duty
• One Verse
• Serenade
• Serendipity
• Sit
• Sleeping rain
• Stages of grief
• Still you
• Summer anthem
• The definition of a good poem
• The early city moonrise
• The Emerald Tears
• The island
• The Red Cottage, the Blood Moon
• The verses in praise of love
• To Quách Thoại
• waltz
• Yours alone

Thảo Nguyên

• The lingering smoke at dusk

Thảo Phương

• An untitled letter to the wind

Tô Thùy Yên

• December blues
• Freedom
• Monument
• My return
• The coronation of love
• The duty of a poet
• The dying light on Tam Giang Lagoon
• The empty cafe
• The night train
• The one who stayed
• The Poet
• The poor things
• The Professional Beggar
• The scum of life
• You(em), heading for…
• You’re so small(em), how could you be the North Seabird 
• Widow

Trần Băng Khuê

• A dark neighbourhood
• Animal sacrifice
• Aqua
• Beneath the mountains
• Love
• Nets
• Reconciliation
• The Blues upon the barb runners
• The Caterpillars contained in jars 
• The doorway in my ear
• The Hues of My Youth
• The Last Rites
• The Vows
• The wall inside a bottle of Tequila
• there was something at the bottom of the lake

Trần Duy Trung

• an imaginary verse
• I want to rush home
• I was a captive under a shadow
• Rain
• Shun

Trần Huyền Trân

• Drinking

Trần Mộng Tú

• The rivers cease in waiting

Trần Quốc Toàn

• Characters
• Evening Prayer
• Nan’s kerosene lamp
• Season changes in a dream
• slices of time
• The resounding bells of reverie
• the towering shadow of bambusa reached the height of dusk
• Wherever papa may be

Trần Thiên Thị

• I will love and honour you all the days of my life. Until death do us part.
• so many countless high-minded barricades
• THE OLD MAN’S COLLECTION OF LOVE POEMS
• to come and go

Trúc Thông

• Persistent still is the wind by the river

Trương Phượng

• the wings within the mist
• Verses of poetry brush her hair each night
• WITH Kafka

Trường Sa

• Tomorrow, I will send you

Vàng A Giang

• and your sadness dear
• Endearing
• North-west inebriation
• The colt
• The Old House
• Waiting

Vũ Hoàng Thư

• Clouds
• Paris. without Thi Vũ
• Poetry
• She’s armed with an onslaught of undercurrents
• The ramble
• Which half?
• Who am I
• Wisteria

Vũ Ngọc Giao

• A quiet word with the sea
• A stallion itching for the road
• Drinking alone
• Speechless
• The ever ending
• The night sea
• The pavement & the moon waltz
• Waiting for you

Vũ Trọng Quang

• A gradual asymptomatic beauty
• An autumn anthem
• An endless goodbye
• At the end of the year
• Attitude
• Consigning Phương Trâm with the ?: ? ? ?
• Dare not name
• Devastating – Optimism
• Home
• I’m searching for myself
• Loneliness & Loneliness
• Man’s best friend
• Maria Nguyen
• One plus one
• Regret
• run run run keep running
• Soul &…
• The chained door
• The damn…evil disease
• The hot months
• Through a narrow door
• V dear
• Wake up
• Words & poetry

Wallace Stevens

• Trích từ Phát Biểu cho Học viện Ý tưởng Tốt đẹp

Xuân Diệu

• A cup of water
• I killed you
• The rush