Chessmen Poems - Poems about Chessmen

...In labyrinths, shadows dance and flicker, a chessboard of time unfolds, Where dreams, like pawns, march solemnly through mist and silent groves, And every queen, crowned with sorrow or with joy, kn......Read the rest...

...both sides use conscience for a hook it's a con artist's suitcase fill your cup in the Ocean of Tears there's enough of everything in there toasters glowing blenders humming dogs humping on lawn......Read the rest...

...We fit into some great mystic puzzle. Live our lives like wooden chessmen. We move here and there and some disappear. The journey fills us with experience. Truly the food of Gods! We watch as t......Read the rest...

...Stayin’ up again, all nite long, Comic book characters take me along, On midnite rides of fun and fear, Oh, to have free time & some cheer. The lites are brightly burning eyes, The SDO i......Read the rest...

...In The Valley Of Avalon This day the master of my Fate Is none of those who lead shuddering Through mazes of wizardry,- Nor Trachmyr the Hunstman, Nor Tannwein the daughter of Gweir, Nor Penp......Read the rest...

...A boy and board in Brooklyn bedeviled by the breath of baroque battles bemused with a belligerent brain beauty and befriended by battlefield bravado, the chessmen championed his ego wickedly wa......Read the rest...

...Maestro! I lost all the keys, all the lost keys but I'm just a smudgy decoy, right? awoken after the rising superstition awoken after the old wheelchair genocide I was bored in this theatre ma......Read the rest...

...coins ring laughter born of war babies buy bombs liquor in a dying bum’s throat chocking on tears heaven is a wink and a dollar-bill rabbits in the dark sex in the park chessmen move in minds of s......Read the rest...

...advanced knight pawn blocks different tics on their clocks… chessmen in a box Robb A. Kopp © Nov.13.2012......Read the rest...

...The things I've been, the things I have been, the things I am, things I'm to be, a symbol so dark, a sign so brite, a mark of the heart, shadow of the soul, rind of mind, as the Buddhist meditate......Read the rest...

...The compromise of day... forgiveness falls to night... The memory in seclusion... the dwelling by candle light... A spark is felt with feeling... reality concludes... The deserted composed... of ......Read the rest...

...“You won’t be satisfied’ -That was the voice i heard and i turned the pages of the manuscript, one by one; and it featured the pearls impreganted to them turning gold dissecting the co......Read the rest...