Best Chess Poems
he's holding her hand
cheerleader beyond the glass
his knight takes my queen
02/03/16
A grand display the way she plays
the game of love to hearts’ dismay;
with shrewd foreplay she stalks her prey
expecting that she'll have her way.
Like game of chess with quick aggress
and strong pursuit she starts to press
with deep obsess and skilled finesse
to score the king, his crown possess.
With knights so grand held in her hand,
the pawns and rooks at her command;
she'll make her stand, her foe outmanned,
her strategy so deftly planned.
With game begun she starts her fun
and moves her pieces one by one
to make him run in hopes to stun
until her prey is overrun.
But not so fast my lovely lass
perhaps her house is made of glass,
and with his brass she's met her class,
and he will have his piece of her…
He’ll take her down and spin her round
and leave her pieces on the ground
so neatly wound and tightly bound;
he'll have his way...still she'll be crowned.
Despite their claims of skill and fame,
…who has really won this game?
She's not to blame, there is no shame,
‘cause deep within they're both the same.
February 18, 2020
Some said they lost all hope;
Some did, you saw it in their eyes:
That little light
That shines so bright
Became dull and disappeared.
Some became bitter, some wise,
Some couldn't cope.
That small white
Flicker, once bright,
Slowly went out.
So often that is what I see
In eyes, even on TV,
and I recognise,
For I was there.
I was where
I did despise
What back then became of me.
With everything taken away,
Including your humanity,
And nothing remains
But empty shell,
Sheer hell.
And too tired for complaints.
This terrible insanity
Of war, how some people play
With others as if simple pawns
On a chess board.
With hands high,
To move at will.
Freezing chill...
I still have no reply,
And have no vocal chords
Left to speak up... When will it dawn
On them we're human entities!
Where oh where is my identity...
grief joy grief joy
black white squares of life
who is the chess player
20.10.2019
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Shogi
me?
I can barely play Go Fish
Old Maid is well over my head
Shogi?
I think not
Shogi: Japanese chess
where you get to use your
opponent’s captured army
One night, at midnight he came to me,
Telling me it’s time to leave.
What he is offering will place the world at my disposal,
My life will be much greater if I accept his proposal
But he will give me an opportunity, to play a game of chess,
The price at stake was my life or success.
The rules are fair, if I take the dare.
But if I lose I had to choose.
I had to play the queen, and if I win his time machine,
He will bid me goodnight, and my future will be bright.
Rule1: Go back to your past, changed all your mistakes,
There is no in between breaks.
Rule 2: He gives me only one day to rewrite my history,
To claim victory.
Rule 3: Next I had to go to the future,
To see what I changed in my past, if it still last.
Rule 4: Come back to the present,
And tell him do I deserves to go to hell or heaven.
When I woke up from this nightmare, definitely not a dream,
I know it was time to take every moment to live in my present,
Spread kindness and love to secure a place in heaven.
Morning In The Hair Salon
She would chat and then nod as she washed
And laugh as she dried and then curled
But behind all the smiles that were wide, fixed and false
She felt challenged and alone in the world.
She felt angry and always so tired
With debts adding up to her worry
She would rather stay home and dream every day
Than be out every hour earning money.
Noon
She looked at herself in the mirror
And then sighed at the things she had seen:
Her life going backwards from where she once was
When her path was marked out to be queen.
She reflected back onto her childhood
And the reasons for her mistrust of men
The real world took over when she opened her eyes
She was young and so different back then.
She was tempted to run from her rehab.
To a place that could let her forget
And hide down a hole where the 'Drink Me' was free
But she stood firm and wasn't there yet.
She felt trapped in her work ever after
And wanted to leave and explore
But each time she tried, she failed and then found
She was back in the salon once more.
Night In The Tabard Inn
She helped out in The Tabard each evening
To avoid all the beatings at home.
She would laugh and play chess with the customers there
But despite this felt very alone.
She returned to her home just past midnight
A place that she hated and feared
Her husband was up and waiting for her
With eyes that stared back and looked weird.
She said nothing on entering the hallway
Then said she was going to bed.
He breathed a big sigh and then he spoke out
And these are his words that he said:
- I went to The Tabard this evening
To swap drink for the Watchmaker's gold.
I wanted to make you a ring for our love
Now I'm back and I'm wet and I'm cold.
Later That Night At Home
She ignored her fifth husband's advances
And reached for some whisky instead
Then with scissors in hand came a voice from her heart
It was his turn to hear "Off with his head!"
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Silence spoke to me when i was feeling very, very small
...
Aptly said and boldly spoken.
Chess is over
lacking all stakes and honor.
Every Black chess player went to Checkmate,
All others forfeit!
Let's ignore the real someone and scatter back homewards.
"We didn't much play him, Good Folks, but remember
In this world so dishonest,
We're dressed up quite nicely.
And, oh yeah, Chess is a serious endeavor. . ."
He's undefeated, not Dead
so just hold the Presses.
Once he's passed let me know,
with however badly he suffered.
To work towards a chess tournament ten foolish years,
To be recognized, honored, and considered a Legend. . .
But, hey, we're Checkmated Winners,
So just don't cause that trouble!
Since he's owed chess monies now, and it's about that that you're asking,
Now listen up People,
We said he won't get his own money!
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
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Can any here recall my name?
Intoned by plenty years ago,
today I'd say but for a game
they play, not many here may know!
But here I stand and there you sit
and since we're comrades, more or less,
let's have a bit of fun with it!
What hints I give may help you guess...
I, with my face of stone, a lock
and walls by iron fortified,
encase His Grace in solid rock
while altercate takes place outside
My brother's straight across from me,
identical in width and length.
Twin towers, we wait silently,
each building on the others strength
I bide my time and mind the wall
that rises from the palace banks,
though sabres chime and soldiers fall
to foe that slowly climb the ranks
Still, I must wait to join the show
'til Bishop, Knight and gallant Pawn
have made a kill or died below
and viscera spills on the lawn
As yet, these casualties of war
stay in our thoughts and they are missed
but let us not forget two more,
who to this very day exist
While we salute remembered men,
the same, in suit, is also due
to distant members of my kin,
who I'll now introduce to you...
Mine uncle and his shining spouse,
fine experts in their elements,
Sir Windmill and the Lanternhouse.
I'll next define their relevance:
When rivers flow and wind doth blow
and each do meet the mighty Mill,
men who eat grain (opposed to crow!)
bestow defeat upon the hill
And as for she who light the sea,
true monolith illuminate!
Thee shine to shore mine enemy,
to be defined before my gate
Respect much paid to lance and shield,
today we play at gentlemen
but say perchance we meet afield...
none may expect such fancy then!
Nay, back to front or port to right,
I'll stay the course until I'm took
or paid in trade to black or white...
For I'm the force they call the ROOK!
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Champions playing against the clock
Heart breaking moves tick, tick, tock
Eagerly watching their opponents moves
Strategy playing on a black and white board
Special chess pieces with different names
A mind sport game for masters with brains
Testing their skills on sixty four squares
Playing for hours in tournament pairs
Losing and winning those judges rate
All these professionals can play so great
Yes there goes another check, checkmate
© Copyright K.C.Leake
29th November 2015
All Rights Reserved
The white and black squares with bishops and knights
Whether English or French, just can't get right
My pieces can't stand his defence
There’s King and Queen, but no Prince
To help me checkmate and end this boring fight
Armies
bi-colored men
standing opposed, moving
across a checkered battlefield.
Checkmate!
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i entered mysterious space – endless multidimensional maze
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