Circles Poem Novels & Stories

“Prophecy is just poetry until someone works for it.” Her words landed like seed in soil. I knelt beside her and took another plant from the tray, a small moonbloom just opening at the tip. I pressed it into the center of the circle and smoothed the dirt around it. “Then let this be proof of labor,” I said. “The first bloom of the new cycle.”

A circle drops around us like a smug idea. And that’s where I’d like to swing, but this isn’t my chapter to finish; Allie’s up next.

A glow of wisdom, of knowledge and old A tale of a world, where myths unfold In cities of wonder, where dreams are made The streets whisper stories, of a world yet unafraid A world of possibility, of hope and desire Where hearts beat strong, and love sets the fire In the silence of night, where darkness reigns A light flickers softly, a beacon that remains A light of guidance, of hope and peace A shining star, that the heart can release In the depths of the soul, where emotions reside A voice whispers softly, a gentle, loving tide A tide of compassion, of empathy and kindness true A heart that beats strongly, with a love that shines through In the realm of eternity, where time stands still A

When I stepped into the circle, the lines lit up, all different colours of the district and the circle had a golden glow. All the witches broke into a verse known as The Mother’s Song. Closimh my eyes, I joined along. As the pitch increased, so did the glow of the lights until the floors shook and parted. My feet remained on an invisible ground, keeping me steady. The sweet smell of roses wafted through the air. It felt like loving arms wrapped around me, promising hope and comfort for all the pains and worries I have ever felt. I wanted to remain forever. The verse ended and I knew it was time for me to recite my oath.

(Your favorite holiday) _________ is as joyful as the mourning of those who got lost. Yes, this poem is ironic and it sounds weird. But I know that I (name an extraordinary talent/skill where you're the only person who knows) ________. With this extravagance, I adore the (first impressive thing you see at your left)________. So hey! the (name the smallest thing you can find in your house/room at this moment)__________ is just like a painting of my willpower. Mostly drained but charging for more determination. the (the first circular shape that you could find) __________ is your foundation in building yourself.

Here goes nothing. "The sun rises in the east". I mumble and turn towards the wall. I take a deep breath to collect myself. "Here is the edge of the circle. Nothing but love can enter. Nothing but love can leave". I read while I walk a clockwise circle. "Fill this circle with your divine energy, Great mother and Great father". It feels awkward, but I manage to convince myself that it doesn't matter.

The top half of the page is covered by an intricate design. The center of the design is a small square with a circle surrounding it. Around the circle are letters. Then several concentric rings surround the letters, each one larger than the last. Some are made up of circles connected together. Others are made of octagons and other shapes. The circles end and triangles form yet another circle around the design. In each triangle is a number and each number is different. Finally, there is one last circle that surrounds the entire design and connects the point of each triangle together.

ELLA “What the fuck is that thing?" Tristan asked, his voice carrying the awe and surprise we all felt. The large circle was the size of a small football field. The land strips around it looked like they had been lynched of all life. The circle glowed a pulsing red, dark and ominous, like something from a horror movie. "A circle," Wendy said, her voice shaky. I couldn't even speak. "I can see that it's a fucking circle, Carter. But what exactly is it?!"

Whoever has created An abiding friendship, Or has won A true and loving wife, All who can call at least one soul theirs, Join our song of praise; But those who cannot must creep tearfully Away from our circle. All creatures drink of joy At natures breast. Just and unjust Alike taste of her gift; She gave us kisses and the fruit of the vine, A tried friend to the end. Even the worm can feel contentment, And the cherub stands before God! Gladly, like the heavenly bodies Which He sent on their courses Through the splendor of the firmament;

The pain was stacked up to nineteen times, and each and every one of it is painfully unbearable. My eyes rolled upwards so much that the nerves connecting to it are nearly snapping. My throat screamed so hard that my oesophagus nearly tears off. My arms stretched so much that the bones within are nearly breaking. My lungs squeezed so much that I couldn’t even breathe. My stomach flexed so much that I’m on the verge to vomit. My legs are pulling so hard that my tendons are about to snap. … that’s not the end. The moment the nineteen magic circles disappears, a large one appeared— shooting a large black sword as it stabbed on my chest. Its power is enough to press my body and made the ground c