So I wrote a poem, but I'm not sure how its received?
Posted: 19 Sep 2014, 02:14
So some time ago I wrote a poem. However I'm not sure how well its received by others? I'm unsure if the message is clear? I'm really not the best as asking for comments and critiques on these things. I'm also unsure of whether or not this is the place to post such inquiries... Help?
Chess
I, am a puppet,
a worthless pawn in this strategic game we call life,
This game,
Played on the linoleum floor of fate,
Black.
White.
Good.
Bad.
Pass.
Fail.
Live.
Die.
Your choices make the outcome,
Sound simple?
It may,
But my friend you must remember,
for every action,
a price must be paid,
This price may be ill-fated, or heaven-sent,
It remains a mystery,
An elusive mystery hidden behind black and white doors,
Which road must one take to reach the stronghold?
Not even the most skilled players know.
It's up to you.
Do you send your fickle steed forward?
Or do you step boldly with pawn?
Do you dash like the bishop,
narrow-minded and strict?
Or do you slide like the rook,
with ease and aware of your surroundings?
With the fearless pawn,
You step forward and don't look back,
Yet the tepid steed,
though large in size,
is quick to retreat.
The rook never meaning to offend,
plays for both teams,
taking both sides,
gliding back and forth,
Which road must one take to reach the stronghold?
It is a gambit,
So has been said.
It is a game of monochrome fate, chance, victory, and defeat that each of us must play.
Chess
I, am a puppet,
a worthless pawn in this strategic game we call life,
This game,
Played on the linoleum floor of fate,
Black.
White.
Good.
Bad.
Pass.
Fail.
Live.
Die.
Your choices make the outcome,
Sound simple?
It may,
But my friend you must remember,
for every action,
a price must be paid,
This price may be ill-fated, or heaven-sent,
It remains a mystery,
An elusive mystery hidden behind black and white doors,
Which road must one take to reach the stronghold?
Not even the most skilled players know.
It's up to you.
Do you send your fickle steed forward?
Or do you step boldly with pawn?
Do you dash like the bishop,
narrow-minded and strict?
Or do you slide like the rook,
with ease and aware of your surroundings?
With the fearless pawn,
You step forward and don't look back,
Yet the tepid steed,
though large in size,
is quick to retreat.
The rook never meaning to offend,
plays for both teams,
taking both sides,
gliding back and forth,
Which road must one take to reach the stronghold?
It is a gambit,
So has been said.
It is a game of monochrome fate, chance, victory, and defeat that each of us must play.