Best Circles Poems
Infinite Loves Pi
Circling souls, forever one,
Decimal twirls, a spiral kiss
Endless loop, hearts entwined
Burning bright, love's endless climb.
Looked at the outside of steel window
Around in the dark, awesome feelings into the mid-night air
What the news was brought in the feelings!
Eyes of the orphan cat was flaming on the corridor.
Waiting for the light in the window
Dark vision comes down into my eyes by cycle-weariness
Down from one circle to another circle in time-blindness
Who stands here, the Islamic old man!
Frustrated vision!
History of terrorism was carved on his burnt body
He wants to say something!
A white-complexioned Christian young man stands into the neighbor circle,
Surprised eyes!
White-skinned history was printed on his blood-stained body
He wants to know something!
A dark-colored Hindu boy stands into the third circle,
Illusive vision!
History of third world is awakened on his envenomed body
He wants a little smile!
The old man, young man and boy are coming forward from the circles
Great distance... Near ...in front the room...
Who are you? No reply
They disappear into the tuberose equipped black and white photo of my father
Dad is smiling, I am senseless!
Tears are dropping from the eyes of our cat on the corridor.
The amaryllis yawns in bed of white
The fall of day paints shadows on the rose
Each flower is a ward of solemn night
Their gentle sleep upon which none impose
Beyond the halls and down the drowsy stair
Into the hallowed stillness of the lake
Illuminating every pebble there
The moon believes that no one is awake
Yet bittern watches all with eyes of gold
Alighted new in absence of the light
And with his lusty call so clear and bold
He breaks the quietude and then takes flight
A ripple in the water seeks the shore
It meets the rocks and ripples there no more
knee stiff unrelents
enjoying the year of rust -
oil can or bust
for i still give chase
as grandson circles
1/4/2021
In the days of mystic Merlin and captivating Celtic lore
The Ancient Druids danced and exuberantly did explore
The Celtic Circles of cityscapes and festive furthermore
They gathered ritually round their sacred scenic stones
Like super Stonehenge sites of zodiacal zenithal zones
Within the Galic gates of the great universal unknowns
Celebrating the Summer Solstice of Natures living law
Through cosmic energy the Druid Duir of ancient awe
Of Celtic clans with sapiential symbols of a Shangri-La
The Celtic Cross still remains within our scintillant sight
Tuatha De Danann tribes of the gods of ritualistic rite
Their stories and teachings amalgamate in a Wizards night.
May.02.2017
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Illustration by same poet...
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Circles, circles always circles
time turning round and round
seasons come and seasons go
and the sky flows endlessly on.
From birth to death turning
circles, circles always circles
spiralling in blaze of colour
the pretty flowers live their cycle.
Relentless is mother nature
as all things she controls in
circles, circles always circles
just keep up with the flow.
A life starts while another ends
as the planets daily keep their cycle
and moon and sun bow to each other
circles, circles always circles.
"Outside Closed Circles"
Tall limbed stories
are stilts
to walk softly
aloft the shallows
casting shadows
bruised in purple
a double degree
in stray fellows
luxury is the
comfort calling
in front of all the Lost
pressed between pages
keeping safe between lines
transparent cowards
blooming now
between pages
kisses soft and velvet
like moist dew drops
on forgotten blue flowers
that unfurl skywards
fresh and smiling
lick the golden syrup
of his sun
Lux
is
Love
Could this be
Life again
Beginning
again
unravelling
before the feet
of the somnolent casual
outside
closed circles
and
black shadows
under the eyes of
the thinned skinned
Is this the
Begin Again?
the true story
unravels
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Wake Up Alone" / Amy Winehouse
https://youtu.be/bS8-qQojlhA
“Drowned in me,
we bathe under blue light
His face in my dreams
seizes my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul,
he swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him,
moon spilling in
And I wake up alone “
LYRICS/ "Wake Up Alone", Amy Winehouse
https://genius.com/Amy-winehouse-wake-up-alone-lyrics
I’m here.
Holding up the sky
It will not fall on you
Not again
In these days once more
When you tell me you canna do it
Not again
Stuttering intakes of breathless oceans apart
Yet so close as to tingle fingertips
Gasping at familiar melodies of desert songbirds
The smell of earth after a rainstorm
Two thousand miles of trust
Between us
And the origin of this collaboration
Of souls
Back to the beginning
Of recognition of you of me and
Me of you and
There is no end
Not this day
Nor tomorrows ever will I
Leave you
For I would cease to breathe.
For my Devin
White hot stars twinkling bright,
in a black ink sky spreading night
while pink clouds in heavenly space
spread love
from those who are circling above.
Waves of green glowing,
mysterious and beautiful
through the night in circles of delight
with blue moon circling round
as we gaze upward at the profound.
Fading in and fading out,
the warmth of the sun’s fire
encircles and feeds our desire.
Floating, sailing, shooting, through space
We live eternally together in a circular place.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 11/15/2018
“All Rights Reserved”
Crop Circles from the Sky?
By Elton Camp
Crop circles appear in fields overnight
They give some people quite a fright
The stalks of the plants are only bent
Since a force against them was spent
To UFO fanatics it always does seem
That the cause was an alien force beam
Why would aliens the galaxy traverse
To make farmers crop damage curse?
Would superior aliens come all this way
So that in our farm crops they can play?
If to communicate they are really sincere,
Why limit it to only a few months a year?
Why would most be in English wheat
If the whole planet they wish to greet?
That they made them, two men revealed
By using ropes and boards in the field
That these men did just what they related,
On numerous occasions have demonstrated
Other men then showed it they too could do
And created geometric designs old and new
But the gullible won’t accept this reason why
So insist the makers were aliens from the sky
People would certainly have to be quite dumb
To think crop circles show aliens have come
On sunlit wings
I travelled
High above the earth,
in the realm of spiritual beings
Mighty mountains
and cool streams
Azure oceans
I live my dreams
I live my emotions
I am but a feather,
beginning to fly
My body
My heart,
carried high
Clouds of purest snow
Golden sun
I passed below
Another day,
in the blue
You could have it too
Come up if you may
Circles of eagles,
in the blue
You are all with me too
High above,
clouds of purest snow
Together we flew
Such love,
in such golden light
Circles of eagles,
above clouds of purest white
The higher I flew
I met people I lost too
My father,
wings aglow
Beside me,
golden bright
Circles of eagles
High in the light
A spiritual place,
high above
Touching space
Such love,
in golden light
Circles of eagles,
in flight
Within a night, a simple crop field has been transformed into a magnificent work of art, the overnight cryptic formations capture the attention of all as the large section of the crop has been tamped into marvellous morphic designs of art, rings and other intricate accomplished geometric patterns.
Edges so neat, it appears that they have been crafted meticulously with most advanced gadgets, with such precision that even though the stalks are bent, they are not damaged at all.
One scientific theory explains the spinning columns force a burst of air down to the ground, which flattens the crops, yet the myth remains how can a few seconds works of spinning air creates such intricate and absolutely perfect circles, sometimes plain, sometimes circles within the circles with myriads of meticulous patterns within patterns? Some says aliens hands behind, some negates them as man-made hoaxes.
Wonder! People close to those rings of crops, encounter strange physical and emotional reactions as the circles rotate clockwise and anti-clockwise as unseen hands or remote controls are controlling them from unknown realms.
From Hollywood magic to spirits of secret weapons, from evidences of UFOs to erudite explanations, there is something hypnotic in their architectures, in their cryptic presences, in their aesthetic textures for inquisitive minds to continue further quests to unravel their enigmatic riddles.
© Silpika Kalita
CIRCLES
Yeah, life is a series of circles
There's no beginning and no end
Everyone of us came from others
And in death a seed is born again
A circle brings brilliant sunshine
Comfort and warmth in every day
In the evening It feels so romantic
Majestic moon lights up our way
Circles, circles always circles
Time turning round and round
Seasons come and seasons go
Life is a thrilling merry-go-round
I've prayed for a wheel of fortune
To one day wear a wedding ring
Be like a Knight of the Round Table
I feel a circle's magic in everything
Circles, circles always circles
Time turning round and round
Seasons come and seasons go
Life is a thrilling merry-go-round
Like an amazing, beautiful flower
Spiralling colour you're set all ablaze
Live every moment to the fullest
Around the bend is another's days
This circle will never be broken
It's a reflection of eternity..
Circles, circles always circles
Mother Nature knows
Seasons come and seasons go
It's from circles true life flows
Circles, circles always circles
Mother Nature knows
Seasons come and seasons go
It's from circles true life flows
written with Dave Lyric Man
based on my poem Circles
Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/circles_634356
Circles are monotonous they go round and round and never stop.
Conscious confusion
Catered in this brain
A buffet of human duality
Left all to remain
Deft ears gather
Under a ladder
Oh so white
Till the end
Becomes clear
We will begin again.