Hunger Games poems

Fatal Finish

Rushing blood inside your veins,
But for how long can it remain,
Focus now on that golden shine,
Wait for that starting sign,
Sixty seconds and counting down,
Slowly you look around,
Twenty three others awaiting the same,
But only one will get the fame,
And only one will walk away,
To see their families another day,
That sound rings out loud and clear,
Your feet have wings brought on from fear,
Grab what you can is your only thought,
But that knife which you sought,
Bites into your back as you start to flee,
Slowly you fall to your knees,
Your thoughts are slipping out of your head,
As you collapse to the ground stone cold dead.

Returning in Wood

Pain rips along your front and side,
But you don't waste the breath to let out a cry,
Instead you spin and slash out without sight,
A cry and a cannon as you end a life,
Blood darkens your once pale skin,
You don't know if from you or from him,
It doesn't matter for you must fly,
Before someone decides it's your turn to die,
Clutching your sword in a bloodied grip,
Your foot catches a corpse and you trip,
Unforgiving ground rushes to break your fall,
In this deadly free for all,
Blinking blood from your eyes,
You try to stand up right,
An arrow's sharp head slices your heart,
And you're gone before the pain can start,

Rue's Words

Fast you flee away from the fight,
If you don't get a weapon you'll be alright,
You scale up a tree,
Here you're safe and temporarily free,
Out beyond you see the red,
And all those lying face down and dead,
You silently beg to see your partner escape the battle raging below,
He must die eventually if you want to go,
But not in the slaughter you see here,
Down your face a lonely tear,
Of joy for he has started to run,
Of sorrow for there can only be one,
One victor to return home again,
But you hope it's either you or your District friend,

Peeta's Poem

You see her eyes grey and bright,
She's seriously considering attempting to fight,
You shake your head a fraction to say no,
But then the gong allows you to go,
You fly across the already blood flecked ground,
Inside your chest you feel your heart pound,
She is running to the danger as well,
Despite what you tried to tell,
You lose sight of her as you begin to duel,
You quietly plead her not to be a fool,
You kick down your opponent as a spear ends his life,
You try not to feel the blood as you take his knife,
You remind yourself that it's not stealing in this place,
That no one has a name or face,
Except for her they all must go,
Except for the one who stole your heart long ago,