Tanya Ivanova

Freshman - 630 Points (04.08.1980 / Varna, Bulgaria)

Cold - Poem by Tanya Ivanova

By the fireplace of personal wellbeing

We are sitting and champing some chips.

We are watching around, but not seeing,

All we do is giving good tips.

And the cold outside is unreal,

Someone’s dying there - it is not us,

We are speaking of bargain and deal

And are passing by them like a bus.

And engulfed into sweetness and sleep,

Real warmth is only outside.

Cold possesses us into our deep,

When for others we no warmth provide.

Topic(s) of this poem: Social

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Social story

Comments about Cold by Tanya Ivanova

  • Tanya Ivanova (4/17/2014 12:31:00 AM)

    Thank you, I am very pleased You like it (Report) Reply

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  • (4/8/2014 12:11:00 PM)

    nice one, .....enjoyed (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (4/8/2014 7:38:00 AM)

    cold outside is unreal, good one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 8, 2014

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