Where Are They Now

Where are they now

The people that used to live here

in the same place as I .

 

People of heart

who searched for the truest love

and were not afraid to try

 

The ones that could give

and would give themselves

or all they had just to save

 

The ones who chased

the destiny of their soul

to earth’s end or their grave

 

Where is the look

or simplest touch reaching

the depths of one’s core

 

The expressive exchange

of breath in the silence

that always said more 

 

When words were gold

like the sunsets of dreams

and miners were plenty

 

Tell me, if you please

where are they now

dreams of forever, the many

 

That feel between two

when you knew just for you

your purpose, your birth

 

What happened to them

the kind that love, truly, madly

and seemingly like no one on earth

 

Reviews

[Polly]

Yes! Where are those people? It feels like everyone is using innocent people, and it breaks my heart. What's worse, to survive, sometimes, we have to be one of those 'people' too, unless we want to get stomped on. :/ What has the world come to be? You raised very good points in your poem, and it was a pleasure to read this. Thanks for sharing! :)

[Antoñyo]

Thanks Polly, and yes, What is it about this world and what it's come to be.
Thanks for taking the time to read and review.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I think differently somehow.. Maybe we are lost.. in the midst of finding who we think are lost, we have come so farther away that though those people may have returned, we can't..
This made me think.. It was a pleasure reading this..

[Antoñyo]

Some of us get lost, I'm sure, while others simply learn that they never knew what they didn't know about themselves...the beauty of growth I suppose...but sometimes, we grow (or grow apart) either from who we call acquaintances or who we thought we were...thinking differently along the way :-) Thanks for stopping by

[Dr. YumnaKay]

That's quite a perspective.. You are welcome :)

[aLittlePain]

Hello friend, it has been too long since I last dropped in. There are some beautiful lines many of which ask us to take a honest look at ourselves and the climate we live in. Consumerism is not exclusive to material possessions we use one another far too easily. Where are they now? They're still there we just have to look a little harder and soften our hearts enough to be open. Beautiful poetry. R xo

[Antoñyo]

'Soften our hearts' ...I'm sure poems like this come out of me only because I've spent a lifetime fighting that war (conform to / rebel against what's the norm).
Thanks for stopping by but don't sweat how frequent as I am not posting here much these days.

[Dye]

So nice to read your words again. Hope all is well. :)

[Antoñyo]

All is well, thank you hope all is well with you. I'm not on as much either but still writing. Taking it a little more serious actually...when I'm not distracted. :-)

[Catlen]

Oh, so many beautiful lines. I don't know which one to pick as a favourite. :)
And yes, indeed my friend. Where have those people gone?

[Antoñyo]

Thanks for taking the time to review, Cat.