Best Checkmate Poems
why will men fight and suffer to advance the interests of their masters, who fling them aside when they have no further use for them?
Arthur Findlay
The black king and the white king, well they didn't see eye to eye
A war was looming, but not them; it was the pawns that would die
They placed them up to the front, with their cavalry at the rear
No side had any notion of backing down, and no side showed fear.
God is surely with us, the bishops on both sides proclaimed
Anyone saying otherwise would have been publicly shamed
A white pawn was the first to move forward, ready for the fight
But in just a couple of moves was struck down, by a black knight.
Two white knights moved forward in a blazing counter attack
The black pieces managed to hold the line and didn't fall back
Then a white bishop moved forward in a straight diagonal line
Black King told his pawns to move forward; everything will be fine.
The black queen wanted action and urged her pawns to be brave
But it wouldn't be her or the king that would be digging their grave
One by one her pawns were slaughtered, like lambs on the battlefield
A ceasefire was out of the question, because neither side would yield.
But the proud white king was about, to meet an agonising fate
When the black queen with her knights, declared a checkmate
But there were really no winners or losers, in this senseless war
Supporters on both sides wondered, what the hell it was all for.
The two main players in the background escaped without a scratch
And were already preparing to meet on the battlefield, for a rematch
Both sides exchanged their battered pieces of the injured and the slain
And maybe tomorrow or the next day were preparing to do it all again.
Meanwhile the arms manufacturers, were making big monetary gain
Whilst the landed gentry ate caviar and sipped on their champagne
Victory parades were held in all the towns, with all the pomp and flair
Hollow platitudes read out to mourn the dead, but do they really care?
Written on 6th June 2022.
world development and cooperation - one mistake - chess player
01.01.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Concentrating on board
Hiding the feelings you hoard
Expecting your next move
Consciousness you can't remove
Keeping a distance and defend
Minding a stance, not offend
A move of surviving, not losing
To conquer is not just winning
End of the game... in Chess!
An alter ego of ours
A humble church mate
Waked up an kneel down for hours
To everybody, its a checkmate
He was diagnosed a disease canker
Oh no to live impossible
Everybody concluded it's cancer
To his prayers life was possible
He felt the pain of the wound
To be healed,only prayers in supplication
He knelt down in the wind
The Almighty hears his prayer application
Its not a checkmate, everybody elate
Oh yes,it's not a mate lets celebrate
"The Petty Coat Checkmate"
out out damn spot
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
His eyes can not register the disbelief, that his defenses were not at all a defense. The equation was
too complex, nor could his brain fathom how stratigically his opponent manipulated him. He believed his
plan to be flawless, every piece placed with intention to ensure his enemy could not advance. There
had been no sign of threat, constructed no weakness, ignored the pawn as he began his brutal attack.
Swiftly he dispersed his knights, galiently defending his honor, the two working as one. He attacked
the outside with his bishops, eliminating the possibility of escape if his victom decided to run. He
slaughtered his prey with no remorse, destroying any threat or position of power, be ruined by haste.
Greedily his rook captured the queen, raping the last piece of defense, no only one move away from....
checkmate! His king fell and his eyes can register the disbelief, that his defenses were not at all a
defense. Answering the riddle that confused him simply, " the plan he believed he designed, I had
designed for him". Every piece he believed he captured was purposely sacrifieced to produce the
illusion as real. What he thought to be only a game, was in truth my creation of a very lucid and deadly
battlefield. Move by move he obliged my creation, knowing as you you would, accepting every
oppertunity given to destroy everyone. And as his king falls, true and loyal stands the assasion, and he
realizes his army was no match against a forgotten pawn.
life
can be
like chess
sometimes;
and I don’t
know how
to play
chess
I was surviving in life, just doing my thing,
Only one day to realize, my life, was a mess.
In life’s chess game, God had my attention,
With life in the balance, I dared not to guess.
With worry plaguing me, and spirit bound,
I accepted Jesus Christ as my living answer.
By repenting, my sins, now under his blood,
Made the news less important, of my cancer.
Thought it to be a good thing this New Year’s morning
While the peas and Jowl slow-cook
To recall the best day of my life when twenty-eight years old.
Tom
I was standing in the checkout line,
And man! She was looking oh so fine,
so I checked her up and down,
but then given a big frown...
that wedding ring was her tell-tale sign.
02/20/2016
Each gamepiece knows its role
Back and forth and so it goes
~ eventually the board goes stale
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Checkmate is looming
The first to move a pawn
Is a rat
Rudolf is retired
the elves have left
to a South Sea island
Modern Santas
transfers money gifts
via the online bank
Cash -
Old Santa is out of the game
05.12.2022
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This is it
I give up
I throw in the towel
I draw the curtains
I pull down the shades
I close the doors shut
Finito
The end;
No more haggling
No more beseeching
No more whining
No more whimpering
I'll call it a day,
Saddle sore
I am heading home
I am out of the race -
Get me off the grid.
World-weary,
Timeworn,
I am done.
Flat-lined
I am pulling the plugs;
I ran the gauntlet
Kaput
Stop the earth
I am getting off -
Sayonara!
I am just circling the drain -
Get me off this hamster wheel,
I am at the end of my tether,
I have just about seen
the last of the sunsets,
No more sunrises for me,
I am sitting fallow,
I am at the end of my rope
I am teetering on the precipice
I am hanging by the skin of my teeth
I am dying on the vine
I am ready to kick the bucket -
Uh...can someone
bring me a bucket please!
but to seize
the gold of
your
splintered sun,
must I
m o v e dreams
across
tables of trickery
placed with
forks of forgery
and chalices of deceit
c r a
d l
i n g
the
dust of life and
ticking truth
s l i
t h e r
i n g in silk
among writhing serpents
awaiting the
stroke of
midnight thorns?
and to confuse
my patience with
a pawn is a
miscalculated mistake
for I refuse to
be chained
in citrines~
engrossed in
cruelty
served in
sinister spoons;
threats from
an egomaniac
soaked in
m u
s k s
of dusk
so tonight,
I bid adieu
to
the
eccentric accent
of a ruthless strategist;
the end tastes
sweeter than
sips of silence~
your speech mocking
the stem
of an aching rose,
illustrating p e
t a
l s
glazed by the moon~
as maleficence
in the
narcissistic narratives
there is no
line of empathy
in my arcade of angst~
for the fallen star
armored with daggers
protecting the
cave
of chaos.
Three months is date
Six months our hearts pulsate
Ninth month is here
If there isn't hate
Then soon will be a year
We're really to believe it to be fate?
Smothering ourselves in this theory
A concept based solely upon the idealistic "soulmate"
By this, we incorrigibly infatuate
Neglecting what's real
Ignorantly becoming our own hostages
Essentially an internal inmate
Prisoners who fear
Distrust
And self mutilate
We're sitting patiently as we wait
And wait
Just to wait
Playing these games we're burdened to tolerate
Causing confusion
Creating heartache
But in the end I'm betting all that I've got
Betting on the most evident of facts
As I'll always be the first to call...
Checkmate