Chess Piece Poems | Examples

The Elephant

The Elephant is big and strong
It’s history runs deep and long
But lots of Elephant’s are starting to die
These friendly creatures and I’ll tell you why,

They’re being killed by humans all around
Tusks being sawn off is a harrowing sound
Just for those tusks, they destroy the whole thing
For the sake of an ornament, chess piece or ring

So although you can’t hear it
The elephant cries
Don’t buy the ivory
Because one of us dies.

Modern World

Roses are black, cutting is blue
Maelstrom and hack, precise strike true

Napalm burst fire, hollow chess piece 
Tragic this pyre, reaper scythe cease

Plead cry beg scream, dying fashion
Guillotine gleam, bang cranium 

Click back hammer, finger trigger
Silver shimmer, flash and flicker

Dying quicker, so cold, shiver
Sever beats torn by asunder

Clown car’s lachrymose red ribbons
Town bars fountain vain, shark fin

The Pearl Essence and Dark Horizon

"The Pearl Essence and Dark Horizon"


Just,

as a pearl of wisdom 
plucked like a 
luminous silver apple 
from a blue sky forest,
an entrancement;

the Sun watches 
like a voyeur 
from afar
tucked under 
his tenebrous horizon,
while the dark night
is fully illuminated,
the romance
like Guy Fawkes
straddling 4th July
lush lit and lotus-eating
blue independence,
calls forth the 
circadian goddess
blushing like a new bride,
who has waited for this 
moment, it would seem
her entire life, 
waxing and waning
shifting hues of 
shimmering pink nude
into revealing shades 
of ultraviolet
sans sun, but, 
just the same, 
romance 
ignited

Just, 

as a pearl of wisdom
plucked like a 
luminous silver apple
from a blue sky forest,
an entrancement;

temptation, 

Sun 
rises 
like a fallen chess piece
to take his untouchable 
luminous silver 
teasing 
Moon

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)







"Tell me the story 
about how the Sun 
loved the moon so much, 
that he died every night 
just to let her breathe."

Part of a Game

I was just 
Part of a game.
The chess piece y'all 
thought you could 
move whenever or wherever you want. 
A perfect family that 
You created in your mind. 
Some one you could manipulate 
How you want. 
You thought you could
Make me like a doll. 
That you can mold 
Me into the person you want 
You thought had all 
The cards in the game. 
Till I turned the tablea around. 
On y'all 
I was once the fool in your game 
That fell for tricks 
Till I saw your true colors.
No longer wanting to play 
Your games
No longer wanting to play 
The part you created

Kind

She wore a smile on her face like nothing matter
In a place that's full of benefits and betrayal 
Her kind nature lit a passion like candles 
Burning one sense of insecurities away 

Scars that doesn't justify her false facade 
Eyes that's looks in sync of the abyss 
Hassen on her brain she knows this is not her home 
For everywhere she goes her past seem to follow 

Battlefield and battle fiend destroy what she once built 
Seeming like the gods doesn't want her to win 
Nation upon nation they own creation crumble 
Kind was not no more than a chess piece design to play a role 
To quench the raising conflict of the competition

Ravenclaw and Chess Master Knight

Notoriously tenacious Ravenclaw Rook and Chess Master Knight
In the middle of the tournament had an internal fight.
The rest of the pieces could not see it, it was truthfully not in sight
But the queen was prophetic, and she was amazed at her knight.

The king of the opposite army had not a solitary clue.
The battle was fierce, ‘til the silent trumpet of chess finally blew.
The rest of the pieces stayed on their squares that fine day.
Un-magical rooks and the rest stayed true to the skirmish-y fray.

The battle continued for weeks and weeks upon end.
Bishops wanted to be enemies, queens leaned toward being friends.
Ravenclaw Rook and Chess Master Knight admired each other though.
They would always relay the story as a different tale of woe.

For that is what chess piece players usually do in the end
They pretend to be enemies even if they actually are kind of now friends

A Welcome Yoke

My sweetheart, you work like two keys
unlocking my shy tendencies.
Like a chess piece, your presence frees
me from myself – worst enemies. 
Your strength brings to mind young oak trees.

Your notches and grooves satisfy
need for attention, you supply.
Then securing our doors whereby
my reluctance you rectify.

On life’s chess board, we’re residents.
Castling’s allowed but your presence
guards our pawns from my reticence.

Life’s holes can still leave me depressed,  
but safe in your limbs I find rest.

You lift me high, my steady oak.

Melting in your arms, I unfreeze,
my king, my defense, my great guy.
Your keys fit the lock common sense.
We are a team, we’ve coalesced;
all’s kept in check under your yoke.


written March 29, 2018

Stranger

I'm a suspect, a suspect in this mystery
but this case is incomplete
This isn't how it's supposed to be
this: a foreign word but I need to know, need to know this
what is this
Is the stranger me now
the stranger in this picture, in this frame
this falling frame that I'm deeming incomplete
I am this incomplete masterpiece
that everyone, everyone thinks they can control
they can manipulate like a chess piece or movable stone
but I'm neither one, I'm myself
Chasing a light in this firefight
in a moment that's passed, it passed...
I'm a suspect, I'm a suspect
a suspect in this mystery, do you not know me breathlessly I scream
but this case is incomplete, am I invisible
This isn't how it's supposed to be, everything's wrong
this, this, this; a problem carved into brick
A foreign word but I need to know, I need to know
why have I turned cold as ice
what is this
Is the stranger me, the stranger in this picture
in this still frame, am I insane
in this still frame that's falling
falling away in this, in this, in this

Memorial

...for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price


A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk.
His pipe rack stood like a chess piece, 
mutely waiting to be shifted.
Sepia toned photographs lined the mantlepiece,
like soldiers standing at attention, 
and there was a smell of stale tobacco.
Volumes and manuscripts burst
from a bookshelf, while origami figures
lined another. A coffee mug bore stains
of sherry aperitifs, and port to accompany
his after dinner cigar. Crosswords 
and limericks were everywhere, 
vestiges of his light and lively mind. 
There were newspaper articles,
and empty fast food containers, evidence
of lonely, late night dietary indiscretions.
His vestments hung limply from a coat hook
like wraiths, belying his portly frame.
the frame which now lay in a mahogany box,
a whisper of his former self, 
a shadow of the man that he once was.

Vestments

...for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price


A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk.
His pipe rack stood like a chess piece, 
mutely waiting to be shifted.
Sepia-toned photographs lined the mantle shelf
like soldiers standing at attention, 
and there was a smell of stale tobacco.
Volumes and manuscripts burst from a bookshelf, 
while origami figures lined another. 
A coffee mug bore stains of sherry aperitifs 
and port to accompany his after dinner cigar. 
Crosswords and limericks were everywhere, 
vestiges of his light and lively mind. 
There were newspaper articles,
and empty fast food containers, 
evidence of lonely, late night dietary indiscretions.
His vestments hung limply from a coat hook like wraiths, 
belying his portly and prodigious frame.
the frame which now lay in a mahogany box,
a shadow of his former self, 
full measure of the man that he once was.

A Man For All Seasons

...for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price


A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk.
His pipe rack stood like a chess piece, 
mutely waiting to be shifted.
Sepia toned photographs lined the mantlepiece,
like soldiers standing at attention, 
and there was a smell of stale tobacco.
Volumes and manuscripts burst
from a bookshelf, while origami figures
lined another. A coffee mug bore stains
of sherry aperitifs, and port to accompany
his after dinner cigar. Crosswords 
and limericks were everywhere, 
vestiges of his light and lively mind. 
There were newspaper articles,
and empty fast food containers, evidence
of lonely, late night dietary indiscretions.
His vestments hung limply from a coat hook
like wraiths, belying his portly frame.
the frame which now lay in a mahogany box,
a whisper of his former self, 
a shadow of the man that he once was.

Princess Sue

PRINCESS SUE
A Sedoka

                                      Princess Sue smiles pink
                                   Eyes give off bubbles of love
                                  A chess piece gets a move on
                                         The prince of Inda
                                    Comes up smiling dimple
                                Princess Sue sings voice wobbles









             Princess Sue:  Sedoka: 5-7-7-5-7-7© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty

Chess Piece

I couldnt question the icy cold
the mystic mass, on a boiling road

Pawn to pawn i see your eyes
your every move a mere disguise
i am not here to take your life
but here to show our will to fight

as pieces fall and heads collide
our trusted run, so called allies.
from what is true, a smoking breath
only i stood fast as i lay to rest

only then could i hear her whisper
the calming song that churned and twisted
a life relived, i dubbed serene
The widened eyes, that saw nothing.

the crown of jewels, of which we boast
falls and crumbles to useless dust
for as our soldiers turn to run
the kingdom burns, the game is won

gasoline wont smell as sweet
as when youre one step closer to defeat
match for match, not one is willing
an empty room, karma is winning

empty pens and crumbled paper
that build the realm of a useless fable
honest men breed pure reaction
yet suffer misinterpretation
follow suit, crude ridicule
and earn your status, succumbing fool

Queen of the House

There is no more powerful chess piece than the queen.
She can travel any number of squares up, down, or across. 
If you have a wife or girlfriend, you will know what I mean. 
Just like any woman of the household, she is the boss.

A Man For All Seasons

...for the Rev Eric Shirvell-Price


A blizzard of papers blanketed his desk.
His pipe rack stood like a chess piece, 
mutely waiting to be shifted.
Sepia toned photographs lined the mantlepiece,
like soldiers standing at attention, 
and there was a smell of stale tobacco.
Volumes and manuscripts burst
from a bookshelf, while origami figures
lined another. A coffee mug bore stains
of sherry aperitifs, and port to accompany
his after dinner cigar. Crosswords 
and limericks were everywhere, 
vestiges of his light and lively mind. 
There were newspaper articles,
and empty fast food containers, evidence
of lonely, late night dietary indiscretions.
His vestments hung limply from a coat hook
like wraiths, belying his portly frame,
the frame which now lay in a mahogany box,
a whisper of his former self, 
a shadow of the man that he once was.

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