Best Stalemate Poems
in the game of life
please don’t treat me like a pawn
the next move is yours
12/29/17
The early days were bubbles
When days passed in moments
And the air between us
Never escaped.
Soon after something died
As if it was all normal
Like you blow off the candles
After a romantic dinner.
When silence became the norm
We didn't ask why,
There wasn't a breaking storm,
Not even a feisty sky.
Then,
One day she was gone.
We still love each other
Strange as it may sound.
Now we want to be friends.
Who could have known then
This is how it ends,
In a stalemate.
Placed 3rd: Strand choice C contest by Brian Strand
This universe is a chequered board
Where facts are sacrificed as pawns
To defend ideas antediluvian.
Our horizon is constantly receding
Knowledge and ignorance clash
Ending in a stalemate.
"Stalemate"
Words mean nothing
to me when the
sky is sucked out
from the lungs
of people
dying daily
where do I
put my love
when cities
are dying
lucid writing disappears
vacant, lost, dead
war orphans
stolen children
the beautiful
innocence torn
to pieces, parents
buried bloody
Stalemate
tear stained
souls stand up
fierce ghosts
arms holding guns
praying their
beautiful poems
glory
like a river runs
all my stories
are empty
lines of
murderous
crows
black shadows
sentences
locked
bullets
shoot the full stops
stalemate
waiting
in the
impossible place
another
Progressive Bloc
manifesting amnesty
watching
the sky fall
under
mushroom clouds
on a strange
new world
standing still
stalling for time
to kill
the venomous
monster
demon tsar
Voldemort
the devil sits aloof
playing chess
with his insanity
back to the wall
alone in his
frozen friendless
Kremlin
he’s a cowboy
when he’s triggered
standing still
stalling for time
watching
the sky fall
under
mushroom clouds
on a strange
new world
waiting
for Morning Star
to show his face
in a smoke filled
blue sky haze
riding bareback cavalry
he’s a cowboy
when he’s triggered
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"My Love" / Florence & the Machine
https://youtu.be/cJmXCP5ErJQ
"I was always able to write my way out
Song always made sense to me
Now I find that when I look down
Every page is empty
There is nothing to describe
Except the moon still bright
against the worrying sky ..."
LYRICS/ "My Love", Florence & the Machine
https://genius.com/Florence-the-machine-my-love-lyrics
Imagine imagine
The forest clandestine,
The waterfall, sinless and grand.
Alone in the stillness,
A heart-halting illness,
Beleaguers you, seizing command.
Affairs of the vengeful,
So darkly and dirgeful,
So beautifully stated with lust.
With fate you are weighted,
With passion created,
But constantly lacking in trust.
Discordant and jarring,
Emotions are barring,
The musical mystics are spry.
In heaven artistic,
In hell optimistic,
On earth realistic, they die.
Across the board are my bishops and pawns opening a battling door!
And my castles corner your kings well-planned out bonjour.
Holding sturdy ground, my queen gets caught in between your most brilliant liaisons.
Strategically bound expected as unexpected shifts balance bronze colored hoards
Consuming thoughts accumulate energized by an extreme only a knight can mount.
Barred minds challenge abilities to defeat the power of a true paramount.
Mastery holds persuasion circulating well-maneuvered precision simply for an encore.
Occasionally leaving open spaces for expendable pieces.
Peons are prepared for cased medals of bronze for when their objective ceases.
Previous controls of unprepared decisions of how chess should play.
The queen reigns glory protecting her well stuck king when he just can’t get away.
It’s a sacrifice all the same.
Fortunately, it’s just simply a mind game.
Objectives egotistical to psychological grandstands powerful in a private domain,
Gleam struck lights flash off my bishop, across the board is a knight’s deadly sting.
The gullibility of pawns and limits of one simple solemn king,
Martyred in the scheme of a flexible pro-talented almighty queen, she is his brain.
Objectives are subjected to the conditions of a king being castled into a new domain.
The adjustments prepare you ultimately for the stalemate.
Cornered capstones abroad reveal the brilliance of not being too late.
Through parallels of testing kings and queens of their most honorable fate!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2005
the fight between day and night
light and dark
fantasy and fear
they have come to a stop
come to a conclusion
and stopped the feuding
for now the fighting
has stopped
for now they are at
a stalemate
for now they live in peace
til' the day
til' the day
the fighting heats up again.
We stand not five metres apart
The light flickers, then stops, then starts!
We stand assessing how this ends?
Heart beat thuds, pulse quickens
For a moment we see past the hate
For a moment this is more than a stalemate!
Enemies are supposed to fight
But through the eyes of the people we are we see tonight
Not soldiers, not killers, not slaves!
We don't have to end it this way
I'll lower my gun and walk away
If you agree that you'd like to see another day?
We don't speak the same language, no words pass between us
But somehow both understand
That we are too young to die tonight for the plans of fools, for the hate of men.
~~A chess match is an opaque mirror into societal clash.
Slippery rules and taboos playing upon a checkered past.
Balcony kings and queens glaring down on the lower caste.
Ramparts buttressing crooked flanks, serfs in the murky front.
Devouring dirt, taking the brunt of many skirmishes to come.
Senators riding sky horses, gliding so high above the fight.
Neighing nonsense -fanning their brand of hellfire lies.
Speedy-tongued bishops blitzing on the slanted slide.
In our faces, showcasing only the wrongs of our lives.
Black and white toppling ungracefully to the side.
Flimsy smiles and flint handshakes without dialogue.
Another fiery stalemate on the blazing horizon.
We became blind to His love for us
Failing to honor Him in our worship
His choices now offend us
And our offerings now offend Him
Our hearts refuse to take Him in
So, we go through the motions
For the appearance of respectability
We are hypocrites
Asking Him for His blessing
While dishonoring His name
We have turned back from following Him
Our speech becomes ever more sinful
Showing partiality in His instructions
Showing lack of influence by the Spirit
We are disillusioned
Accusing Him of injustice
Because the wicked are prospering
While our own service to Him is unprofitable
So, we withhold from Him
And become more self-assertive
Dealing treacherously with each other
We are lacking spiritual kinship
Yet, it's because of His justice
We still have space to repent
To return to Him and regain His blessing
To avoid the curse and coming judgment
He will send Elijah before that Day
To break the stalemate
Our life is a chess game
If your king’s dying,
Don’t be checkmate
But try for a stalemate
Bite size poem no.20
6/09/2021
Two sat at a table where the board lay
Gears turning, pondering a play.
Simple conversation was being made;
Talking and talking, but few thoughts were said.
They exchanged many a move,
Probing at the other’s mind.
Very little sufficed to reveal their intent —
However, the ever-cautious pair, riddled with doubt
Felt petrified of decision without
Some explicit,
Some undeniable,
Some irrefutable notion to confirm
What they had surmised from their conduct
Inevitably, the two grew tired of their exchange,
Waiting for a sign that never came
They rose from their posts;
Frustrated,
Disappointed.
They left and travelled their separate ways,
And haven’t seen each other to this day.
when a soulmate dies ~ life quickly becomes a stalemate.
bite size poem# 10
clash of egos,
differences
of perspectives
stalls fluidity.
a partnership dissolves
ideas
once a mountain stream
flowing
seamlessly,
now a trickle;
static electricity.
synergy,
at rest;
in a state of stagnation.
they've assumed
the position
of chess pieces
from which
no further move.
is possible.
We've been playing this game for so long,
trying to find where we went wrong.
Each time I'd think I'd learned the rules,
you'd change them, so again I'm the fool.
Over and over you manage to score;
wearing me down; hurting me more.
I don't see how I can do this again
when I know there's no way I can win.
But play or give up; either way I choose,
there will be no winner, so we both lose.