Chess Poems

Chess poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of chess poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on chess are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Chess

Chess short poem

The money and the power, like hand in glove, ruling the world from ivory towers, above. Like pawns on a chessboard we follow commands, coolly manipulated by cold corporate minds. They reap the harvest that they bought with our souls,

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Black & White

Black & White short poem

‘Charge!’ cried the infantry, pushing forward block by block, Paving way for others to follow and stalk – Resulting in heavy casualties on both sides, All for a king too reluctant to fight; Queen, Bishop, Knight and Rook, Fight to

Chessboard

Chessboard short poem

dark matters are floating like bowls made of leaves spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates from rails, nothing will move now except the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas sitting in scorching sun,

Poems containing references to : Chess

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

Double Curse

Double Curse long poem

Long ago, in lands known only from tales we hear, When stars were not yet named for any myth or bear, There thrived two kingdoms, one by King so fair and just, The other by a Queen whose herd and

Routine risk

Routine risk short poem

Today I need to, face it again Also I need to, brave it again Each day it’s a challenge. Today I need to, again muster courage Also I need to, make another voyage Each day it’s a fight. Today I

Forever

Forever long poem

I Death doesn’t hurry it knows where we will be knows everything comes back to where it started like any small town Napoleon just keeps building its tower of crap and waits for the flies to return II Death is

Sugar Left

Sugar Left short poem

All those empty spaces on the floor are the signs A chess game run too long There are the rooks hung On the bare bricks For weeks I’m Drinking dark rum until Blood is the flavor of the back Of

Point A

Point A prose poem

If I were to be born to you, point B… I’ll take my first breath and the sound you’ll hear will be a war cry. And I’ll be up on my feet before the cord is cut. I will slice,

Two Kingdoms

Two Kingdoms short poem

I am precious to both kingdoms, both dark and light. I carry power and potential to grow both kingdoms, so both sides are fighting for me. The one king offers: Temporary satisfaction and happiness, but neglects me when I am

Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter short poem

It just took only one look to all cook on Facebook. That they’re all shook. Life is a chess game so I retook what they took just my rook. This ain’t fair how I’m the one on welfare. And in

Snakes And Ladders

Snakes And Ladders long poem

We played the game, threw the dice at times we got lucky with the game. although caught in a web of lies… though a picture locked in a frame. Life gave pain, left us with misery, and empty people fought

Sleeper in the Casket

Sleeper in the Casket short poem

The deceased has 2 cusps of lid Not quite drawn down over the eyes – I wonder if they are peering askant Into the afterlife! Pale rouge belies The flaccid cheeks; pertinaciously hid The 90+ years he once was ambulant

Whispering Sparrows

Whispering Sparrows short poem

The native walls were hounding me- out of game. I was playing chess with god. Was stoned to death. A small boy’s arm was crushed. He stole a bread. What was the truism of unheard voices? Groping in green darkness

Locked Door

Locked Door short poem

You were my Hopeless Love Story, You meant the world to me Now you aren’t here, Yet you’re so near Why did you do this, What was the point? Is this what you wanted? Was this your fate? All along,

My Love For My Sister Sandra

My Love For My Sister Sandra short poem

You should be very proud of a phenomenal job raising three kids so well The oldest, Andreas, is so thoughtful with a heart of gold and a voice that is swell It was only a few days ago I saw

Listen To The Children

Listen To The Children long poem

The penetrating blast of the social disjunction makes it impossible for young people to function it seems as though grown men and women are playing a game of tug-a-war and we the children are the rope they yearn for our

Traffic

Traffic short poem

To be at peace, once to be a solitary traveller, once my desire to be true, I pray daily. But as I pave my way through the bustling streets, I stop to think, Is the whole of B’lore here ?

One Awe Twice Ado

One Awe Twice Ado short poem

One in love, yet two in a crush- Peering from oneself into another’s! Fall for or get by; all tears are a reality show- About care’s hollow amice of rendition! Riding chariots of audacity to halt the rash- Is a

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Garbage

Garbage short poem

It’s the shitty line he used Making you feel like garbage Like the trash you leave Wrapped tightly in a black bag On the side of the road Waiting to be picked up by someone else Recycled and recycled While

Splitting

Splitting short poem

Touched by moon, I pick up a black rose, to return the debt. Very high the fire, returns in my eyes. I start burning in your arms. The parting, crawls in the bed I cannot speak nor cry. Why it

Re-birth

Re birth short poem

My first baby steps… towards life My first birth after an unfulfilled death Sometimes I feel like a stranger And I wonder… am I finally what I am? And am I going where I want to go? Tell me… Tell

Selflessly Selfish

Selflessly Selfish short poem

Help out no matter what, not because you might get it in return but , because you will have a good reputation.. Forgive all not because they deserve but , because you will have less strain.. Say sorry not because

Separation

Separation short poem

I lose myself in you – a path on the slopes of a bathed in light mountain. I feel that am one with you yet I want to know if I climb or go down- if you ascend to the

Fate Of Every Relation

Fate Of Every Relation short poem

Why in every relation Coming our way Beginning with its amazing intensity The warmth the coziness Like morning suns ray And just when you feel Comfortable settling It starts to wither away Falling like leaves of autumn day What is

The Wait

The Wait short poem

The wait continues, And it continues still,- Sick of the happenings, My mind echoes “Release” I’ve travelled much, halted more; Failures and eddies – O they were so much more. My mind is not my friend, It incites agony, as

Oh Clock!

Oh Clock! long poem

Oh! It’s just a Clock. Oh! These are just the mechanical sticks. These are not like my arms, They move all the time. And I look at them all the time! Yes Time! Time! They define time. Oh…what is time??

A Simple Day

A Simple Day short poem

Dawn rushed in a brand new day They woke up and went their way Morning spent in hard labor Too busy to let thoughts harbor An afternoon quite lazy and dull Routine setting in with a tempting lull Twilight brought

To Live Life As We All See Fit.

To Live Life As We All See Fit. prose poem

Freedom an all important right in this country coming from faith and mercy hundreds of years ago Control is now becoming a standard way of life, being told what to say or how to live is not the way one

What Life Is All About

What Life Is All About prose poem

Have you ever thought, what Life is all about? Going through the sacred books and various philosophical tales, Here is the conclusion I drew: Life is all about taking risks, Life is all about joining dots, Completion of one task

No Title

No Title short poem

I can feel it rain in my mind watering my thoughts with wisdom Freedom is what we desire I hate dreaming I rather drown in my thoughts Swimming pool full of thoughtless souls Food for sinful souls Riding horse backs Get

Urban Fox

Urban Fox prose poem

When he comes, he visits her at night. Entering her personal space, uninvited but nonetheless welcome. She does not know his schedule; dreadful expectation. Absences unexplained. Too wary to search for answers, prepared to forgive for shared moments. His silent

Inferno

Inferno short poem

Speaking of our troubled times, Incensed, enraged, the crowd seeks revenge. Reason drowned, Untruths pitted against individual. My heart bleeds, beneath this monstrosity, point-blank you ask the question. Give me a chance to recover I am deeply perturbed today. Mist

The Missing Jacket

The Missing Jacket long poem

Once had a very thoughtful and close caring friend I thought the great times with him, would never end My boyfriend and I visited him frequently everyday For many movies we watched and games we’d play One night my boyfriend

Bankrupt

Bankrupt long poem

Though I belong to the Middle class possessing hardly any liquid cash thought of invalid notes sent shiver in my spines Losing the currency in one stroke set a psychological upheaval in my mind Thoughts of whether I really had

Apparitions

Apparitions short poem

Apparitions Apparitions of you in my mind Are they real I can’t tell or just mine I walk across a busy street I am scared that we might meet Turmoil tortures and twists Do I live and take the risk

Humility

Humility short poem

Sciences has opened our eyes on many fronts. We have learned much, but there is infinite knowledge to go. The Universe is larger than humans can possibly know. Our Universe as large as it is, is dwarfed in the Multiverse.

The Violin Maker

The Violin Maker long poem

The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken

Molten Sighs

Molten Sighs short poem

Drop by drop The candle dies, Its molten self Drips with a sigh, The bright flame above Unaware of the ordeal How with each moment The pain the candle feels As little winged creatures Fly in for their death Fluttering

A Cop Out

A Cop Out short poem

I saw him rummaging in the bin. He looked so dirty and awfully thin. Half clothed for this foul weather. Holes in his shoes made of leather. I walked on by trying not to stare. Was it hunger that brought

Crimson Tears

Crimson Tears short poem

There’s a world of hate Outside my door And it matters not If you’re rich or poor The brave and the weak Are equally at risk From the enemy within And his evil task Horror no longer hides Behind my