Poems Inspired by Ocean Vuong
#OceanVuong
Poems inspired by the Vietnamese American poet, essayist and novelist Ocean Vuong. Here you'll find poetry using the style or themes found in the writing of Ocean Vuong. Along with poems about Vuong himself, including praise and criticism.
anvinvil
Anvillan
Anvillan
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2020 00:22am
2nd Aug 2020 00:22am
Ocean Vuong - Kissing in Vietnamese...
I wake up to the sound of the devil
laughing and hurling death to the
corners of my room. I scream for my family.
I’m forced to observe normalcy
through a fractured pane that used
to be a window. My grandmother
reaches out from the world of torment,
her arms bleeding, her heart broken.
I long for the comfort of old when her
embrace eased my pain which she
absorbed to herself. A bubble formed
protecting me from the violence and
horrors of dying cries and limbs in trees,
from the smell of napalm and burning...
laughing and hurling death to the
corners of my room. I scream for my family.
I’m forced to observe normalcy
through a fractured pane that used
to be a window. My grandmother
reaches out from the world of torment,
her arms bleeding, her heart broken.
I long for the comfort of old when her
embrace eased my pain which she
absorbed to herself. A bubble formed
protecting me from the violence and
horrors of dying cries and limbs in trees,
from the smell of napalm and burning...
#LifeStruggles
#OceanVuong
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Calamityofgin
Poem Published
1st Aug 2020 11:27pm
1st Aug 2020 11:27pm
It was White
A white ... A white ... I’m dreaming of a curtain of snow
falling from her shoulders.
Snow crackling against the window. Snow shredded
with gunfire. Red sky.
Ocean Vuong
Aubade with Burning City
There lay war. Tyranny’s serial
Killer... heat abroad
The moon was white
Degrees of yellow
White...
falling from her shoulders.
Snow crackling against the window. Snow shredded
with gunfire. Red sky.
Ocean Vuong
Aubade with Burning City
There lay war. Tyranny’s serial
Killer... heat abroad
The moon was white
Degrees of yellow
White...
#war
#OceanVuong
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 4:31am
25th Apr 2020 4:31am
Did You
Father.
Did you ever remember me
there
when I was small,
did the sky record
what you saw?
When I heard you speak
in low rumbles of thunder
before a storm,
did it ever occur to you
that I was painted on your clouds
before all this;
that I was
behind that door in
the eaves of your old house...
Did you ever remember me
there
when I was small,
did the sky record
what you saw?
When I heard you speak
in low rumbles of thunder
before a storm,
did it ever occur to you
that I was painted on your clouds
before all this;
that I was
behind that door in
the eaves of your old house...
#father
#childhood
#NaPoWriMo2020 #OceanVuong
#NaPoWriMo2020 #OceanVuong
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11 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
11th Apr 2020 4:31am
11th Apr 2020 4:31am
Somehow
Someday I'll hear her where she remains,
somewhere in the old room
where part of me still lives.
Someday I'll kiss the sky to reach her
where she resides in me.
Somehow she will be waiting
in my shadow.
Don't worry, my Horizon,
you will forget her
as my knees will remember loving her,
and reaching up only to fall.
I'll pick myself up to fall from her mouth
as words unspoken, dying, sputtering.
Someday I'll become myself and find her
gone to become the sky.
I'll look up and call her Mother ...
somewhere in the old room
where part of me still lives.
Someday I'll kiss the sky to reach her
where she resides in me.
Somehow she will be waiting
in my shadow.
Don't worry, my Horizon,
you will forget her
as my knees will remember loving her,
and reaching up only to fall.
I'll pick myself up to fall from her mouth
as words unspoken, dying, sputtering.
Someday I'll become myself and find her
gone to become the sky.
I'll look up and call her Mother ...
#mother
#sky
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2020
#OceanVuong
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
26th Nov 2019 2:57am
26th Nov 2019 2:57am
A Little Closer To The Edge (Crater Of Stars)
Father.
I enter the word
whitening in moonlight.
A glimmer,
you are still electric
in wordless theory
where you evoked me
and I collapsed into you.
Crater of reception
falling out of Night's cricket songs;
shredded body of love.
Tempest,
Father whom I fell into,
where you held a cave for me
deeper than blackest vastness
of furthest sky.
Every star is yours,
oh Mother,
where I grew, expanding, extracting
within his grasp.
Teach me how to speak...
I enter the word
whitening in moonlight.
A glimmer,
you are still electric
in wordless theory
where you evoked me
and I collapsed into you.
Crater of reception
falling out of Night's cricket songs;
shredded body of love.
Tempest,
Father whom I fell into,
where you held a cave for me
deeper than blackest vastness
of furthest sky.
Every star is yours,
oh Mother,
where I grew, expanding, extracting
within his grasp.
Teach me how to speak...
#mother
#father
#sky
#night
#OceanVuong
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Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2017 4:16pm
22nd Nov 2017 4:16pm
The Sea
A friend sang my praise,
All these he put in place:
There is(he said), a river
flowing in pride:
The sun taking her on ride.
Smiling always was the river,
As all wishes the sun gives her.
Within the river lurks variant aquatics:
Jellies,Octopus,sharks and wasted mass,light and thick.
There came a boat,measuring her path:
Hunting for the virtues lurking in her.
The owner of the boat threw in his hook,
Ready to withdraw many virtue.
And the river willingly gave out her offspring,
While the boat's owner mercy sing. ...
All these he put in place:
There is(he said), a river
flowing in pride:
The sun taking her on ride.
Smiling always was the river,
As all wishes the sun gives her.
Within the river lurks variant aquatics:
Jellies,Octopus,sharks and wasted mass,light and thick.
There came a boat,measuring her path:
Hunting for the virtues lurking in her.
The owner of the boat threw in his hook,
Ready to withdraw many virtue.
And the river willingly gave out her offspring,
While the boat's owner mercy sing. ...
#sea
#beach
#humankind
#travel
#OceanVuong
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