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6 days ago
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#4
The Storm(A Haiku by @Duo-Owl)
The wind blows wildly
The sky turns a gloomy grey
A single drop falls.
6 days ago
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#5
Iamplayerofchess wrote:
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This isn't getting locked. It's a great idea!
I'll even throw in another 24 cheers.
6 days ago
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#6
Duo-Owl wrote:
Iamplayerofchess wrote:
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This isn't getting locked. It's a great idea!
I'll even throw in another 24 cheers.
Bruh 1 cheer-
6 days ago
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#7
why poem on chess only? i did write a poem on chess failure for some school work last year tho
6 days ago
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#8
Oh wait I just read it properly-
The Knight (A Haiku by @Duo-Owl)
The wise king steps forth
Valiant pawn by its side
But... then the knight strikes.
6 days ago
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#10
Knight 2 (a haiku by @no_one_is_here110813)
The knight waits behind
waiting for the time to strike
i really don’t know
6 days ago
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#11
Chess (Haiku by @Yaya1645)
Chess is kinda fun.
But also kinda boring.
Mmmm, maybe it's both
6 days ago
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#12
DA ROOOOOOOK (A quatrain by @Shadow-WolfX1)
Wait, I haven't subscribed to GothamChess😧
However, I can still sacrifice THE ROOOOOK
My opponent is surely in a mess
BROTHER, MY REVIEW STILL GAVE ME A BOOK-
6 days ago
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#13
pebblepenguin8 wrote:
The Board of Quiet Wars
Black squares drink the dusk,
white squares breathe a pale dawn—
between them, the air holds its breath.
Pawns march like patient seeds
pushing through frost,
each step a whisper toward
a kingdom they cannot yet see.
Knights leap in crooked dreams,
their hooves striking sparks
from the silence.
Bishops slip along shadowed diagonals,
carving prayers into the grain.
The rooks stand like ancient towers,
watching centuries pass
in the blink of a move.
Queens—storms in silk—
sweep the board with sudden weather,
while kings, frail and deliberate,
cling to the last square of their reign.
Every capture is a vanishing,
every check a tightening noose of time.
And when the final piece falls,
the board exhales—
its war folded back into stillness,
awaiting the next two hands
to summon it again.
if this isn’t ai you’re the next robert frost
6 days ago
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#14
no he isn't frost, Frost poems had rhyme scheme, ts ramble doesnt
Ok, I am really bad at poetry, but still. Here it is.
Checkmated
The white King surveys the war-torn board
His eyebrows furrowed deeply
His eyes follow the line of gore
That lies upon the field
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His eyes go to his queen,
Engaged in a deadly battle
His eyes catch the shiny gleam
Of the black King's crown.
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Then the White King’s faithful rook comes by him.
Pushing him aside.
He takes his place right beside him.
And locks him safely inside.
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A wall of pawns stands before him.
Shields from an attack.
The rook stands faithfully beside him.
Watching, never yielding a crack.
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Then a sudden cry is heard.
It vibrates in the air.
The sound of the sneaky knight.
Whose lost his blood red mare.
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The Black King’s army starts advancing,
Towards the king whose hidden.
But little did they know;
A bishop would come unbidden.
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A bishop whose attack comes suddenly.
Without a sound of warning.
The Black king is in trouble now.
For he is completely surrounded.
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The black king glances all about him.
But sees no path of escape.
The battle pauses all around him
His soldiers stand agape.
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Their weapons clattered to the ground.
Their hearts pulsated
As they waited for the hated words.
“Checkmated”
5 days ago
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#16
Along the path of the red and blue roses
Where people strike beautiful poses
and the woman and men cry for the dead
and people lead newly wed
happiness and sadness
perfectly wielded
along the path of the red and blue roses
4 days ago
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#17
The rook comes
And destroys (changed the word that would work better cuz it isn’t a nice word…)
the person with the best poem (about chess) will get 1 cheer but you have to friend me first