Board Games Poems | Examples
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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
This problem in humans always seems to vary
Like a game of chess the movements are scary
Calla lilies given to a queen of hearts to mend
Bishops followed by knights pictures the men
Players like to steal hearts with a crooked smile
For a queen to know hes a joker may take a while
Unless it's obvious he has no money in the bank
Skeleton keys with no home he takes back rank
Relationships like board games are complicated
Almost every person we know have tried to play it
Ones who play and win "I Do" is what they say
With a pilot fountain pen signing their life away
Life’s a ladder swaying high.
Dice are spinning wild, across the sky.
Some rolls lift me to the sun.
Others drop me, the snake has won.
Still I climb, to what fate may bend—
I’ll play this game until the end.
Ladders rise and snakes descend.
Turn the board and toss again.
Every throw’s a twist of chance,
rise or fall in fortune’s dance.
To rung or coil, I take the spin—
I'm scared; I'm waiting to step in.
Some rungs blaze like golden fire.
Pull me closer, lift me higher.
Some snakes grin with painted eyes.
Drag me down from stolen skies.
Yet even from the ground below,
I’ll roll again; Up I'll to go.
Every square’s a story told.
Every roll for young and old.
Some will break and some will bear.
Some will vanish into the air.
But still I play, for in this game.
Every drop and climb's the same.
Life’s a ladder swaying high.
Dice are spinning wild, across the sky.
Some rolls lift me to the sun.
Others drop me, the snake has won.
Still I climb, to what fate may bend—
I’ll play this game until the end.
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, underestimated
but dreaming of becoming more
moving forward no matter what.
Or maybe, just maybe
you’re not any piece at all
but the player behind the silence
trying to find your way through the noise.
Your Move
Move up two spaces over.
On abrown and white board.
64 squares.
Use strategy if you dare.
Ready to play the game.
Loose pieces along the way.
The game is abstract.
More obstacles at that.
Move the rook to the other side.
Glide the queen to the right.
Move the pawns out of my way.
The king is not far away.
Bishops move diagonal.
Knights move all over.
You're on a timer.
Don’t take forever.
It’s your turn.
Play to learn.
It’s too late.
Check mate.
Strategy in defeat.
Game complete.
Be alert.
Move on, next player.
Fidgets here,
Fidgets there,
Fidgets sneaked
Into childhood
Unaware
The etch a
Sketch, magic
Screen and
Magic board
Fidgets were
A true blessing
I love chess
This is my favorite game
Whenever I play it, I am bless
Make friends on the game is my aim.
I learn chess
When I was fourteen
Since then I play it and never cease
To play my entire life in between.
I play chess
Whenever I'm sad
It's my therapy for stress
I play also when I'm glad.
I treat chess
As strategy to cope everyday strife
There are roles of every piece
On board that is relatable to life.
I believe chess
Originated in India I was told
As a way of life, the game is played for peace
Propagated in Persia and the rest of the world.
I want chess
In every sports news column
I want to see it played in plaza, in mall or any place
I want it included in program for educational curriculum.
I find chess
Fascinating, intellectual and fun game
It give me peace and happiness
And a little claim of fame.
I'm infactuated by the way you say my name
Captivated by this game you said we're playing
I don't know the rules, they seem to change everyday
But given the choice I'd still choose to stay
If we're playing chess it's so clear you're the king
Just to stay on the board I would do anything
Be whatever you need, I'd turn into a pawn
Move one tile at a time if it means you're not gone
If we were playing cards I'd never fold
Even if you were a losing deck I'd still choose to keep hold
I'd loose billions, I'd gamble my savings away
I'd bet on a losing game, for you I would pay
If hide and seek is your game of choice
I'd look high and low
For the sight of your eyes, the sound of your voice
For the scent of you that I don't even know
I hate running but I'd sprint if you wanted to play tag
I'd run until my lungs gave in, until my feet start to drag
Hell, I'd even enter a competition, in which I have to swim
If I knew that you were what I would win
So take your pick, regardless I'm here to stay
but with all my heart I just pray
that my fellings aren't with what you want to play
wicked woven words
scattered on a Ouija board ~
game of cagey crones
An uneven start,
the same potential;
Hustle creates moves,
you are owed nothing;
Keep your strike silent;
Secret to fire?
Control the flames;
The board is yours,
stepping ahead;
Opponents
in the lead
always fall;
They can’t
hold your
smoke.
Monopoly
by M. Griswold
10312020
Have you rolled the dice and played the game?
You know, that one that's in the hall of fame.
Where one travels the board at the roll of a die.
Not knowing of where your total count will lie.
Will you land on chance or buy property to gain?
To profit on the next players landing in rental pain.
Players travel the board until all is bought or sold.
Then trade back and forth for monopolies to hold.
New houses and hotels pop up, one then two or four.
As players build monopolies up even more and more.
Dollars paid and dollars played, it's all in the game.
To win or the loss is just in the roll of dice that came.
The winner is most happy counting all his rent money.
While the losers sit pouting in frown most unhappily.
There can only be one winner and the losers are the rest.
But that's good old fashioned Monopoly fun at its best.
Chess pieces
By Michelle Morris
14/08/2021
We are like chess pieces,
Being moved around the board;
Forever in play for political payoffs
For control of the world.
Boundaries invisible, yet
Stark and obvious in place;
Keeping us apart by ambitions;
Monetisation of the arms race.
Perhaps it is time that
We moved off this game;
No longer chess pieces, but
Luminary atoms untamed.
Free to decide our own unique
Paths and fates -
Be our enlightened, powerful selves
In this our universal space.
© Michelle Morris, 2021
Marbles of different colors
Wobble on a board
Striped or solid colors
Numbers all aboard
Carpals, long or short
With a stick, prong or jolt
Balls babble on the spot
Squabble on each dreamed slot
Sides or corners on target
Minds at play don't forget
Which side and in what tune would you like to play for...
Table or tailored floor?
My son looked through the board games
And he chose the Game of Life,
Where people-pegs must navigate
Through times of joy and strife.
My grandkids bought insurance,
Found a spouse and had some kids,
Took a job and earned enough to
Be quite rich or on the skids.
It was fun to watch their styles,
Taking risks or laying low
And they loved to sue each other,
Though the tears would sometimes flow.
Yet the 9 year old did question
Why the winner at the end
Was the one who had the biggest
Pile of money he could spend.
He insisted that in life
Mere money shouldn’t be the judge
Of what really is important
As through ups and downs we trudge.
I was thrilled at that conclusion
But I laughed when, in a flash,
He declared himself the winner
After counting out his cash.
Chess
On board
Stars ponder
Making good moves
Until one of the two will surrender.
Exciting as it is to play so cool.
Win or lose, mime.
Star players
Concede.
Check!