chess poetry

The chess game

Every moment is a master with a changing face

And in the diagonal we find our Queen

Appropriating each square under the gaze of a King

Our journey, mirror of the ephemeral and the eternal

Search between the shadows and the light for its spark

Majestic work, where every second is a sky

And when the twilight of our days comes

Holding in hand the prism of our pieces

Successes and chess, our loves

Echo of a journey with multiple stories.

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Have a nice day everyone.

Manfreto

In the Chessboard Garden

I will seek the light of forgotten days

That vanished into the depths of the abyss

Leaving the great night as my only accomplice

I will depart, abandoning everything behind me

I will leave so as not to know the why

That was once unknown

Where are you, sweet youth

How I long to see you again, beautiful princess

In your forest, I built my greatest dreams

In your castle up there, I made them come true

You sang such beautiful melodies for me

I lived in a wondrous world of fantasy

To rediscover these forgotten memories

In the Chessboard Garden I will go.

Jarhold, December 29, 2025

For all lovers of poetry and chess

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i hate chess

im starting to like it less and less

hows that?

There are times when night envelops us and we feel like leaving the table in despair. It's at those moments that we must resist and prove to ourselves that we are truly capable adults. Tomorrow is another day, and who knows, the next game might bring a smile back to your face.

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The dreaded scholars mate.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The board is set and waiting, a striking black and white.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The pieces are all ready, waiting for the fight.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The small but noble pawn, inhabit the front line.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The tall majestic queen, so powerful and divine.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The rooks stand in the corners waiting for their day.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The horses are right beside them, looking forward to the fray.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And finally white begins the game, with pawn to e4 square.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Black advances with the same, as that is only fair.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀White formulates a deadly plan, decisive and thought out,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀That if played out correctly, the opponent it will route.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Black is still oblivious as white plays queen f3,

⠀⠀⠀And even when the bishops out, white’s plan he still can’t see.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He makes his last deciding play with knight to b7.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Little does the dark side know he’ll soon be in chess heaven.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His opponent is elated, poor black has sealed his fate,

⠀⠀⠀⠀And with a shout of triumph, white plays the scholars mate.

Lady chess

You haunt my sleep

You inhabit my dreams

You keep me awake

Grant me no respite

You appear to me in broad daylight

Like a mysterious fairy

Spell of the chessboard

Modest and shadowy

Who are you ?

An evil fairy reveling in my suffering

Or a magnificent mermaid luring me into the abyss

Demon or angel, I have no choice

I am all yours

Adoring thief of chess pieces.

Jarhold, December 31, 2025

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