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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Is Poetry Barbaric ?

Is Poetry Barbaric ? short poem

Blood dripping from the pages of history books, wartime pictures, dried bones, graveyard stones, torture weapons, memorial sites, echoing the atrocities which occurred at Auschwitz. Any poems that capture the glimmers and whispers of a rainbow in another season may

Relationship

Relationship prose poem

Our Life is woven around relationships Relationships are bound by stages in life An infant is bonded to its mother Kids mingle with fellow children Youths have proximity to friends Married couple share their Love with each other Professionals with

Every Time I’m Around You

Every Time Im Around You short poem

Well I can just imagine being your one and only and spending the rest of my life with you baby I can see it all so clearly in my mind in some magic place in time but you don’t even

Aphrodite

Aphrodite short poem

Goddess awakening, born of the sea In a burst of golden light a voice Spoken like thunder saying behold The apple of my eye APHRODITE The Goddess of love and beauty… APHRODITE, APHRODITE OH APHRODITE… Bend an ear this way

Mechanica Heart

Mechanica Heart short poem

Dear Journal’ The long day and nights are mine, my own time, to do with it as I will, as long as I am quiet. As long as I don’t move. As long as I sit still. Alone I can

The Tadpoles Didn’t See

The Tadpoles Didn’t See prose poem

The surface rippled, Three pairs of feet plopped in And the tadpoles scurried To hide in caverns. Sighs of relief Brushed over the tiny rock pool As cool water Soothed sore feet. The tadpoles gambolled again, Silence drawing them out;

Heavenly Abode Lost

Heavenly Abode Lost short poem

The restless weather curses me, Why not fly back to your nest thee; There where you always belonged, Where thy heart longed. The Lady waiting on the streets in those eager evenings, Those roads are lost in the new beginnings.

My Pain

My Pain long poem

Like a double edged knife That cuts deep and rife Like a cold winter breeze That makes everything freeze Like the sting of a bee Excruciating it would be Like a hot summer heat Unbearable it could be Like an

To The Faceless Farmer

To The Faceless Farmer short poem

The hopes of a harvest seem distant, Beneath yonder scalding sun. Oh destinies are you penitent, For all that you have done. The money- lenders scream beyond the din, Of your crying starved children. Dreams in your eyes and a

Praise, Forever Praise

Praise, Forever Praise long poem

Every day, for every day when you start your day Look towards Jesus and give Him praise, endless praise Praise to Jesus for His love freely, perfectly given Praise to His glory, His power and mercy Praise to one day

Autumn

Autumn prose poem

This autumn is copper, just like my voice which had escaped and hided in a dome on the banks of a sacred river. I am the one who dried it up on the braids of an African girl tanned by

Raging Surf

Raging  Surf short poem

Sea sand wind and rain all will be gurgling in pain whence it has arisen in noises surfing waves alighting high and low above the ravines careless and moody lushing and slushing movements of waves for only surfing Pale is

The Waterfall

The Waterfall short poem

When you stand in the thrall of the waterfall Overwhelmed by its crashing power When your cheeks feel the sting of its icy caress And you don’t know the day or the hour When your ears and your tongue are

You Don’t

You Dont prose poem

I’m scrunched in partially obscured view seating, hands at my temples, elbows pressed to the balcony rail. Look up, Sherman Alexie! I squint through borrowed glasses, willing your signature pen to drop, your writer’s eyes to find me. I’m cheap.

He Is The Man That

He Is The Man That long poem

Who said that dawn doesn’t know him? Yes … Who has said that? He is secreting night when the sunset flows to poem end ; the flute, which surrendered stealthily to the day song, it runs away from the maze

Pattern

Pattern short poem

Handprint of innerself was writ large in your eyes. I hear you in your becoming. Are you me and me are you in sameness? The words and silence? I hope you are listening to the waves, from inside, from outside.

Life Paused In Cry

Life Paused In Cry short poem

And she sat there , in front of her fiery son , laid forever , in pieces of uneven fiery wood , quiet as usual but this pious stillness was for forever , she was fixed to the ground, she

Faces Of Oppression

Faces Of Oppression long poem

The faces of oppression, your mama forget to mention, That the white cop shooting niggas on the daily to collect his pension. Only when a nigga is killed is it brought to your attention, That racism is alive and well

A Roaring Winter Morning

A Roaring Winter Morning short poem

Like a jumbo jet bearing down with a terrible personal gravity an intention to harm as in one of those unreasonable nightmares that treats you like a relative visiting as it wills tree tops thrash spotlight painting the blacktop lurching

Just For You

Just For You short poem

I am not a singer But yet I sang… ….modulating my tones… The trees heard, The flowers danced The bees kicked and rocked… The birds orchestrated for me The melody of love I sang just for her…. …but she did

Patriarch

Patriarch short poem

On the transient cage-like throne Amidst columns of arms and might, The regalia holds the unwieldy sceptre….. Lust and lavishness drag him to loot Fiefdoms torn and patched; Fear drives him to frighten others The ‘should be patriarchal arms’ Instead

Emptiness

Emptiness long poem

When I was born you were right there, You raised me with true love and care. You fed me, clothed me and loved me dear. Too young to realize, hard to bear… I’ve grown up without you here, Mom. Even