Circles Poem Novels & Stories

It blazed with renewed power, anchoring the Circle more strongly than ever. Outside, dawn’s first light broke through the trees—kindling hope against the gathering storm.

Of a net that could not be broken because every thread supported the other. As they sang, they began to move. Not a march, but a slow, deliberate walk, a great circle rotating around the heart of the compound. The circle of light turned, a wheel of fire and unity. Adrien and I did not lead it. We joined it. We took our place in the circle, our torches held high, our voices joining the song. We were not the center. We were a part of the whole.

It considered the words. Then quietly asked, "Isn't it?" Silence answered. Not because no one wished to speak. Because none of them knew. Ama looked around. She saw the people. Each unique. Each different. Yet standing together. She looked at the tree. Every leaf had its own shape. Yet they all belonged to one trunk. A memory surfaced. The Gardener drawing a circle in the soil. "Choose where it begins." The circle had never truly been divided. Only perceived differently.

Ash will bring food at some point during the reading, because Ash always brings food at the point in any significant effort when the people engaged in it have stopped noticing they are hungry. That is what the circle looks like when it is working. That is the design, alive. That is the line, continuing. I pick up my pen. I write. The moons are where they have always been. The vine is blooming. The work is here. So am I.

The girls in my high school will probably take the week off to avoid such hard labor. " I am still impressed regardless and yes you are making a lot of sense, let me show you the pattern we will be making for this particular type, it's called the Juniperus scopulorum or more commonly the 'Moonglow'. I still don't understand why my mum planted this in our garden but the tall full trees makes it easier to hid in here. You know no one will know where you are and you can have your peace and quiet" I said to her as I demonstrated the pattern my mum usually followed when pruning. " now I know where you will be if I ever need to find you" she replied with a smile, revealing her deep beautiful dimpl

"Shit cakes and pole dancers, babe. That's a lot of power in a small group of people." I nodded as I counted the gathered crowd. Twelve people. Twelve people who, prior to this could barely make water into steam when they boiled it, were standing in a small circle in the middle of the street. A lone figure in the middle. From the pretentious bright white clothing that seemed to gleam in the moonlight, it could only be Patrick as the center of the circle.

“Maybe if she finds it anytime soon, you will realise that she’s a sweet gem, one of a kind that no man can ever see anywhere in this world!” Sandra is trying to paint her friend gloriously and I appreciate that about her, she’s a good friend and I could feel the depth of some truth in her eyes as well “Sandra I’m not that place, I’m also crazy and impatient. I don’t have the two things you mentioned, not love nor patience, you can take your leave now.”

That gnawing nostalgia, that nagging sadness, and that strange sense of familiarity devoured my soul, as if it were a new era for me, the refuge I had inadvertently removed; as if I shouldn't have come today. Even so, I am here today, knowing that I will come tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, countless days exactly like today. The universe operates and cycles in a circle, the Earth, the Sun, the Moon, the planets, and the black holes are all round, revolving around themselves; alternating day and night, alternating seasons, all in a circle; Even the light ring on the angel's head, the halo around the Buddha, the yin and yang trigrams are also circles. The circle is ev

The crescent moon standing in radiant light, so does the light linger round our souls, intertwining. The sands standing firm in earthly adornment, like an immovable roadside tree, so does my love stand bellicose and accoutred—a lion, Immortal as God The dusts spiraling into a whirlwind, so does my mind spiral at the thought of you as i teleport into a utopia of endless possibilities.

Hawk closes the circle. “As we leave this place, may we carry her with us. Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again. Bright the cheeks, warm the heart, and may the circle never end.”