It may look like I’m dancing alone — I twirl and glide on an invisible dance floor To silent music Arms raised in an unfelt embrace With a peaceful visage It looks like I’m dancing alone But it’s you Who have left this world Leaving only love And your spirit As my dance partner Join Medium with my referral link — Victoria Ponte Read every story from Victoria Ponte (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports…brooksidevic.medium.com

Universal relationship failure — A simple amalgamation Of everyone doing everything wrong At the same time All the while Doing the best they can with what they have Without vision of how everything Is slowly Falling apart Join Medium with my referral link — Victoria Ponte Read every story from Victoria Ponte (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports…brooksidevic.medium.com

Out of ideas — All alone with nothing to say Doing nothing means being never sure when it’s done I gave you everything You gave me nothing When I have nothing to say I write a poem about Nothing Better than nothing Join Medium with my referral link — Victoria Ponte Read every story from Victoria Ponte (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports…brooksidevic.medium.com

When we’re awake — Dreams and nightmares co-exist In our waking hours One minute you live the dream Until the dawn of the nightmare A perpetual cycle Rarely happens When we sleep Join Medium with my referral link — Victoria Ponte Read every story from Victoria Ponte (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports…brooksidevic.medium.com © Victoria Ponte, 2022.

For romance — Saunter down to the lake with me Under the crescent moon On a balmy summer night Still water shining The moon back at itself Night creatures singing We drink the moon’s reflection Filling up on romance Join Medium with my referral link — Victoria Ponte Read every story from Victoria Ponte (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports…brooksidevic.medium.com

A poem about hindsight — Alone now Feels better to look back and clearly see The fiction That we were Side by side Hand in hand Looked like love You were there Yet We were alone Join Medium with my referral link — Victoria Ponte Read every story from Victoria Ponte (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports…brooksidevic.medium.com © Victoria Ponte, 2022.

I know he’s dead — The room at night is quiet with a glowing salt lamp Only sound a countdown of David Bowie’s 75 most loved songs I read the poetry of Rumi Smooth magic words flowing I hear the sounds of an alien, a misfit, a sexual adventurer A faraway astronaut Who could not…

Haiku — You were hiding love I looked for it more deeply There it was shining Join Medium with my referral link — Victoria Ponte Read every story from Victoria Ponte (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports…brooksidevic.medium.com © Victoria Ponte, 2022.