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Guest The Reverend

Gunshot

A gunshot pierced through the air

Fired by the man who threw the flare.

It whizzes past me, hits a big tree

But no longer there am I to be seen.

The shooter is angry, he scouts the land around him

But he cannot see in this horrid dim.

I should have ran down to Cherno, but no

Decided to kill him, off back I go.

It’s scary, the man is holding a gun,

A DMR and has NVG, which isn’t much fun

And here I am, with a crappy AK,

This is not going to be fair play.

I say: “No choice do I have”

And take out my grenade variant.

I pull out the ring, throw it to ground,

Instead of a sound, a cloud comes out.

I say out loud: “Oh shit, better run”

And hear the sounds of the bandits gun.

But he isn't shooting at me, no!

A zombie creeped up from the back of that hoe.

He screams and I cheer, I dance and I sing,

But couldn't write /stop in time to get clear.

A zombie comes up from my back, I say: No!

With this new patch I will die in 1 mo-…

You Are Dead

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I wrote this while sitting doing my work. I am not amazing at poetry, but I gave it a shot for fun :)

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Besphynx    0

I did one a while back, this is what I came up with

So there I was, head in my hands

Just trying to make sense, trying to understand.

I grab the Double Barrel and stand on up,

I reach across the table and drink the tea left in my cup

I grab my bag and head to the door

To see the world and how it is no more.

It is not lawful, or peaceful, But indeed chaotic.

Everything all scrambled up, not making any reasonable logic.

So I step on out side the door

Only to see the world as never before

I see a world of misery and pain

One that can never be the same

I look to the left then to the right

Only to come across a unpleasant sight

There was Michael, a old swell guy

He always used to make a delicious Blueberry Pie

I could not bear to see him "Dead"

So I made the decision, and shot him in the head

5.

5 Shells remaining for this gun

I cannot understand how people find this fun

It is terrible seeing everyone die

Then to only greet them by saying goodbye

I then walk across my lawn

Only to see people that mourn

Mourn for a day gone by

Only to look up and see the sky

See the sky in all it's beauty

To then stop and return to their duty

I then see a child run outside

His mother telling him to stop, telling him to hide

But he could not comprehend what he saw

When he came bursting out of his wooden door

His friends's all dead, yet somehow walking

He then stopped and started gawking

I then took the gun and put it in my mouth

Wondering how all this went south

Wondering how this came to be

and thinking how it forced the end. of. me.

4.

4 Shells remaining in the gun

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Guest The Reverend   
Guest The Reverend

Really cool poem

This was really cool :) enjoyed it :)

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Frozen    45

Comrades are Comrades.

Red is Comrade.

Comrade goes Comrade

So Comrade is Comrade.

Maybe this ?

Comraded are Communists and Socialists.

Red is a color.

Comrade goes to do Communist/Socialist things.

So Comrade is Communist/Socialist.

Real Russians don't say Comrade every second.

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Guest The Reverend   
Guest The Reverend

comradotary crap

Maybe this ?

More comradotary crap

Here is my version:

I was walking by a tree

When suddenly I needed to pee.

I did all my business and was about to go,

When a comrade walked up and said:

" Hey comrade, drop weps 10 secs " :troll:

Not trying to flame, just a joke, apologizing ahead

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Frozen    45

comradotary crap

Maybe this ?

More comradotary crap

Here is my version:

I was walking by a tree

When suddenly I needed to pee.

I did all my business and was about to go,

When a comrade walked up and said:

" Hey comrade, drop weps 10 secs " :troll:

Not trying to flame, just a joke

I think you forgot the directive part lel xD

Anyways I'll add one too.. I used to do poems some times of me just expressing my sadness in things.

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Red    149

People with wealth and status once mattered.

Fallen, Killed, Battered.

Roaming undead with valuables and currency.

Survival now gives you no warranty.

The strongest win, ammunition kills.

This new world truely gives me the chills.

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naury42    0

Comrades are Comrades.

Red is Comrade.

Comrade goes Comrade

So Comrade is Comrade.

Maybe this ?

Comraded are Communists and Socialists.

Red is a color.

Comrade goes to do Communist/Socialist things.

So Comrade is Communist/Socialist.

Real Russians don't say Comrade every second.

Maybe this?

I live in Latvia,

I know all about communists and Russians,

Russia occupied us, and it was communist time,

Our people were sent to Siberia in cow trailers (trains),

along those lines, mcmc

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Rifleman    14

Did this a while back on one of my Gray Fangs lore threads.

'Look at your fellow men - look around,

Dare not seeth what is beneath the ground,

The Old World is Dead and Gone,

But changing ourselves is surely wrong,'

'We once were proud, strong and true,

But now - look at what we've been reduced to,

Liars and thieves, bastards galore,

They shall not know the great Lord's shore,'

'We watch and see,

What some should be,

But others be off,

delirious and wrong,'

'We now shall do what is straight and true,

Following code - laws and too,

We shall not be seen, but will be heard,

The Gray Fangs howls, good and spurred'

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Guest Liquid   
Guest Liquid

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

I like your gear.

Drop it 10 seconds.

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Guest The Reverend   
Guest The Reverend

This world of destruction, this world of dark gain

You never will see anything, only just pain.

The darkness has risen, the world will now die

No-one can save the humanities’ child.

People find guns, but they don’t defend

Each other against the one common threat.

No, they pick up the guns

To go and shoot at other survivors, turn them to dust.

And this world will shatter,

It will turn to death.

The morale of this poem is such:

Zombies are worse than some extra nice lunch.

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Rolle    2473

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

I can't take this anymore.

Microsoft, perhaps you?

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Guest ArcticStarling   
Guest ArcticStarling

I love gear

Gear loves me

Lets live together in harmony

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Guest   
Guest

There once was a man named Nathan.

He thought--

Yelling his name would save him,

He got us trolled,

A lot of us lol'd,

PLZ HIS NAEM IS NATHAN.

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Guest neom   
Guest neom

The gear is real

The gear is sparse

Watch out now

Coz CRA will put you on your arse

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Soren    0

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

I like your gear.

Drop it 10 seconds.

luv et

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Rifleman    14

There once was a man named Nathan.

He thought--

Yelling his name would save him,

He got us trolled,

A lot of us lol'd,

PLZ HIS NAEM IS NATHAN.

Needs to be the official tag line of DayZRP, absoloutly brilliant

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Guest   
Guest

here's a poem:

I dig

you dig

he digs

she digs

everyone digs (I know it's not a good poem, but it's so deep)

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Guest ArcticStarling   
Guest ArcticStarling

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I have a gypsy girlfriend

and she'll rek you

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Burgz    6

there once was a man named reverend

and now he is permabanned

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Guest   
Guest

There once was a man named Ed

Who took a Gypo to bed

It was over in a flash

Ed had to dash

Cause he noticed his Penis had bled

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Guest ArcticStarling   
Guest ArcticStarling

Kevin loved a lesbian

And walked in on her sleeping

She now has a girlfriend

And he is left weeping

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