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Upon the marble foundation
stood kings of light and dark.
Each towered above their noble men,
each watched from their royal mark.

The queens faced off where they stood,
while the knights mounted their horses.
The bitter players sat on each side
considering their forces.

The bishops were positioned beside the rooks,
the pawns in a line up front.
Up there they would take the attacks,
up there they would take the brunt.

The pieces were arranged in perfect order
the match was about to begin.
The players shook hands, one stone faced
the other with a stretching grin.

The pawns of ivory made their move
while the ebony ones looked on.
And so it went, one piece at a time
until most of them were gone.

There the queens were protecting their kings
before one made a fatal mistake.
With a slash from a knight, the queen was brought down
and it left the king to quiver and quake.

The pieces that were left quickly moved in
and the king was pushed to his knees
His crown fell off and rolled away
to the sounds of his dying pleas.
190 words
Queens Loves Poets. (for Em MacKenzie)

Kings love making war,
no wonder, the people,
remember well fond
their femi-mine
rulers with femi-fervor,
Queens, who loved poets.

You fear Jesus,
Adore Mary,
generosity of understanding.
because it is hard
for woman to do
till she has been abused
by men who thought
they were kingly by being
beknighted, unbeheaded
for now at least.

Men who invented Brandy,
in the be of night,
were stupid men,
they forgot alcohol, the
Brandy of Channing,
is not fit for manning,
for it is a

toxin, like me, like me.
a coward holds the lovers card upright in his hand
told them both he’d take to the promise land
torn between two queens, all confused
didn’t want to leave any of them bruised.

a naive youngster held the fool in reverse
fell for all the tricks and games was the curse
she gave in full but took none, always came at second best
time wasted being used, finding out again she was just the guest.
a man afraid to choose so he led both on because he didn't want to hurt any
a woman believed him and she was always an option but never the choice
No one understands
That kings and queens
Can drown in the same
River of tears as peasants.
Chase Pamplin Jun 12
It’s captivating to watch you think. You refuse to fall like deteriorated minds that use to surround you who can’t float but would rather see you sink. Every breathe you take has airwaves of knowledge in it, I can feel every word you speak. You love yourself, you know yourself, you’ve out grown yourself, indigenous one you haven’t even reached your peak. The trail of footsteps leaves remnants of lights behind you, numbers don’t lie but you don’t let them define you, the heavens do cry for our people and everyday the world reminds you. The fabrics you wear compliments the glow radiating from your skin. Unfortunate eyes belittle you, the hate they carry within. They see you as brown, you hear them talk down, it takes forty three muscles to make a frown, so instead you smile while holding your head up high to let them see a queen rocking her crown. The universe just wanted you to properly bless them.

My queens are out here suffering. Not getting the love they deserve even by our own men. As men we need to do better and show our queens how much they mean to us. Little words of care and love will turn the whole day around.
Isabine Apr 10
Our pentarchy has fallen, and
a monarchy sits, lonely, in its place
We was always five
We is now I
Us is me
Scepter and Crown
Laurels and Claymore
I the Judge
I the Jester
I the Confessor
I the Standard Bearer
I the Knight
You—deserters every One
Before, we ruled together
Queens, we all,
In a kingdom without Kings
A B Faniki Feb 9
Life the one thing we all have
In common both the rich and poor,
Fools and kings, queen and ******.It
End is the most cruelest thing—death
Hello friends my poetry book broken souls is out in amazon, it will be free for download with kindle please pick a copy and read and leave a review! Thank your to everyone here in hello poetry for the amazing support and comment.
Don’t complicate the issue when a man says “I miss you”. Maybe it’s your essence, maybe it’s your presence. Yea we make mistakes but maybe it’s your motherly soul that was born into existence.

Men search for women that care for them like their mothers. We make not speak on it but it’s true. No one is going to love you like your mom. So if she cares for you and loves you the same way. That’s a blessing
Amanda Dec 2019
A true friend
What I thought you were
You pretended to be
Was blind to your dark side
Too long for me to see

Not all are *******
Most of them girls are the same
Some girls turn out different
Treat like a proper dame

I thought that you were one of those
Believed we were queens
You left that royal treatment
Somewhere in our teens
I cannot form an elegant line lately. Ugh.
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