Chess Poems - Poems about Chess

Life feels like a giant chess game you wake up already in motion making choices you didn’t plan on a board you didn’t build. What kind of piece are you, are you the King central, important, yet unsure needing protection and fearing the next move? Or the Queen bold, limitless, always thinking but tired of carrying too much without showing the weight? Maybe you're the Pawn quiet,...

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In this game of chess, you play with me you my love are the king, the one that can move whichever way that he wants to, the most important piece The piece that symbolizes the part that you play in our sordid love affair, how you deem yourself as unstoppable as you move across the squares The...

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There are many times, When we are stuck, Like when a player exclaims, “Checkmate!”, And our king falls, as it is struck. At that point, The game is lost, It is over, Despite how we were flossed. There are also moments, When we need to perform it right, There’s only one chance, To match time and heart’s delight. One of those occasions, Might be to propose, At...

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It’s utterly broken, all of it, and I am left with so many of the pieces (weighing them about) and for the first time in my life I say, let it fall as it will. I am not the glue. Let the King draw back to his corner, the rook stand by, the knight be...

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Black And White We are given all the pieces to play and indulge in life’s great feast outrageous fortunes be dammed! Given full reign to Ego’s unfettered beast and the moves we make shall establish our legacy Why are we here? We can either dazzle with brilliance or baffle with bulls*it Shameless are unleashings of doubt only makes a lesser us grow inhibits our...

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Chess Ahoy! Upon an ivory-blue ocean, oil pastel paints the canvas aboard the deck floats, buoyed surfing foamy shores a blurred realism hoarding its cargo— cobalt sea glass squares in place, chiseled chess pieces ride the tide ebbing and flowing Sent are your gallant knights lowly pawns the King decrees— God save the Queen! ...

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On board ...

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Brainwash My pawns are carved from the ivories ripped from flesh are the tusks I need to have agency, my moves I look forward to in any direction through hearts I may pierce a game of thrones when I win the board it's clear wrists bloodied from the combatants my treasured knights toss their plated platinum gauntlets not for the queen of queens nor...

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your hurt, my hurt ...

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carved from ivory ...

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An orphaned child in a home locked away, A misfit yearning for a place to stay. A single bulb in the basement glowed— Where she played chess with the janitor, silent and slow. She might have been taught the specifics of the game, Little did anyone know she was queen of the same- Losing herself in the black and white  squares of...

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Black and white players Up for the challenge Sometimes win Other times the agony of defeat Predict who will move where Maneuver Be clever The trick Left, up, right or down Think Theory Careful right decision Logical approach The encounter Winner Check me ...

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I love chess It talk about life I'm careful about every move But today, I play like a King Full of strategy, full of power Every movement I made is calculated I have this freedom tactics of winning I have my men of valor to relinquest position Decide strong till the end of the fight Now I have grow my inner pawns within me...

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Chess. A Checkmate of Love. (A regal female voice whispers to eager faces) “Try love” Said the Queen to her Pawns As she looked out over Her black and white lawns “Before the Sun fades Or goes away Open up your souls and see where it goes Just try love once Even if it fails” Said the Queen to her Pawns As she looked out over Her...

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The queen has all the power while foot soldiers goad the king though he maybe important the church ahead of hymn as too crusading bishops diagonally move to sing the knights gallant in battle before a fall within the castle's rabble- rousers encircled squares are ringed battles meant to topple towers to where the fight was hinged the territory taken with patience wearing thin when black on white...

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