Playing Chess

by rrrrrrr   Dec 12, 2005


A broken heart is the shocking price,
Of an unbearable sacrifice.

As every turn goes on,
Each of us kills a pawn.

Leaving me with only a few bishops and a rook,
I can’t recover what you took.

As I move my only knight,
I wont give up without a fight.

My heart was like that broken pawn,
All torn, and shattered, and all gone.

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  • 19 years ago

    by LostSoul

    I agree with ZephyCloud, I have read almost all your poems and they seem to be getting better each time, but also, the length is shortenng and that is horrible because the poems are becoming better.

  • 19 years ago

    by Fugi Andisfather

    Glad you see my point zephy...i know my comments are harsh, but hey, its critique, i give genuine comments

  • 19 years ago

    by Fugi Andisfather

    Glad you see my point zephy...i know my comments are harsh, but hey, its critique, i give genuine comments

  • 19 years ago

    by Klumzy

    And,Oh yes, I forgot to say: last minute poetry works for me, but, I can get a much better result from thinking everything through

  • 19 years ago

    by Klumzy

    Wow harsh. Simply put (in a much nicer way) I realize from darkened's ever so harsh comment that you make your poems out of the top of your head. A lot of people can do this , but a lot can't. Basically just sit down and think hard about what your writing. You will improve your writing greatly. Anyways this poem is better than the last. A sign of improval.