chess poetry

chess is an old, but very fun game

you could be bad or good, depending on your brain.

you couId lose, or win, and win and win again

you could notate your moves using a pencil or pen.

even if chess isnt for you

there are tons of board games that can be played by two

when your opponent takes your queen you sigh

(but on the inside, you start to cry)

when you win a game, you may start to boast

when they ask for a rematch. you fear you might be toast.

you can learn all the openings you request

just find out what opening suits you best.

That “poetry” is rather bad. Maybe you should stick to playing chess?

e4
I cross paths with a chess master
Whom changed my game forever
By chance, yet fate’s design
He made me see colors in boards of blacks and
whites
Where his “check” has become the sweetest
sound

Bc4
I have always loved the game
Of rooks and knights, bishops and kings
But now I play a different kind
Where surrender never clings
The stakes are life, the prize is love
And in this game without resign
I dream to be his queen


Qf3
To love is like a pawn in chess
No turning back, no second guess
The risks we take for love’s embrace
And in this game my heart’s delight
I wait for it to bring my cherished Knight
The darling of my heart to me

Qf7+
I cross paths with a chess master
A game unplanned I intend on winning
The move I am willingly risking
For the game of love everlasting.


checkmate.

#1 "depending on your brain" is sick LOL!!!

Drawgood does not appreciate beautiful poetry 🤣

is no one gonna comment on this masterpeice

once i played some chess,

i ended up losing bad -

cried myself to sleep.