Circles Poem Novels & Stories

"I've been counting down, and at the end of each day, I put a circle. When I have thirty circles, I'll be completely free! I'll be stupid before I make a bet with him again!" "Hey actually… you need 31 circles." Gale gave her a friendly reminder.

“If we all used our power, we should be able to break the enchantment.” “But…the Circle is not complete at the moment,” I revealed slowly. Thick and heavy silence settled between us right after my words. Then—

Wanted to be proven right about her being cursed. "Do not look at them," Vera said quietly. "Look only forward. At the circle." Miranda forced her eyes ahead. The sacred circle sat in the center of the clearing, drawn in salt and silver powder that gleamed under the moonlight. The pattern was intricate, symbols and lines weaving together in ways that made Miranda's eyes hurt if she looked too long. Hundreds of candles surrounded it, their flames perfectly still despite the night breeze. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

"Writing poetry has been a source of solace and inspiration for me. Today, I'd like to share a poem I wrote, inspired by moments of reflection and the beauty of. . . Love.” Taking a moment to centre himself, Ryan begins to recite, his voice carrying the rhythm and cadence of his verses: "Not my acrostic smudges; Darkness is running towards me. I am running away from me. A universe is so huge. In just depths of my eyes, The universe is Too vast to fit. I am Asking myself;

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.”

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.”