Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

See and share Beautiful Nature Photos and amazing photos of interesting places

Quote of the Day

Quote Left"The harder you work, the luckier you get."Quote Right

by Gary Player

  |  Comment

A Game Of Chess

Dylan Wong Avatar  Send Soup Mail  Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below is the poem entitled A Game Of Chess which was written by poet Dylan Wong. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Read Poems by Dylan Wong

Best Dylan Wong Poems

+ Fav Poet

A Game Of Chess

Shall we adjourn from the 
morning morgue
For pizza and a game of chess?

Rays Curve Along The Earth

It is daybreak
With morning comes the 
shining off the layers of the 
lake
And mourning the opening of 
the floodgates
We went down to the coffee 
table
Skipping past the cherry tree
This tree, it served us fruit and 
oak
To love and to live beside the 
wood
And there we played a game of 
chess
[/i/The bishops had fallen but 
the castle was gone
The White king shoved the 
guardsman pawn
He fell soon after
To roars of laughter
They all adjourned to the 
morgue
To the final morgue]

Tea for two and two for tea
Still Café Paris for you and me
We lounged in striped sky blue 
beach chairs
Our raking gazes grazed the 
summit of the hill
I would not have sat still
But for the girl that had lain
The girl wreathed in flame
Scratched her shoulders and 
laughed with the rain
I wondered: did I dare?
Hold her hand and descend into 
the uncharted lair?

Gears and Cogs

It was between April and June
I began to build my bicycle
Fitted in a third wheel
By then I couldn't tell what was 
true
What was real?
Took her down ol' King's Road
Gave her a short spin
But for the third wheel she 
would've broken
She survived, just barely, a 
token
The token piece remained 
unbroken

I BUILT a house of upside down
I KNOW that lost is lost but 
found
She was my house of upside 
down
I built her and she built me
We built each other in the 
machine

Gliding Through The Winter 
Wood

It is nightfall
With dark tags along the 
midnight sun
Unwanted but unaffected
She shifts the curves along the 
earth
And ruffles up the winter wood
Where I have been waiting
Where I have wasted many a 
night praying
And on the tree bark painting
For love and for my love
And the taking of an oath and 
tea

What then shall the leaves fall
From thy hand onto the snow
And when shall there be 
daylight once more?
For now I shall be gliding
Gliding through the winter 
wood

Dark amongst the silver white
I am king and you are queen
In an endless game of chess

Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment



A comment has not been posted for this poem. Be the first to comment.