Hunger Games Poems - Poems about Hunger Games

Desertion is a way o' death That language of darkness loop the babe of Seth Sparked within confines o' wood Coffins of Being misunderstood Expression became a way of breath Solemnly consumed too many times revived For darkness ousted that once...Read the rest...

The Hungry Games Continue… In a rose monkey moment Hungry rides its pale horse Into the sunset—Stunned; Basketball bellies Refuse to deflate Even in death. The hunger games continue…...Read the rest...

She put a suicide note in my coat She's in deep pain like the titanic But I feel I can be her life boat I can't respond to a death letter So I put my feelings in this poem...Read the rest...

The Victor Their cheers, Your tears, Blood drips from your hands, Their lies, Your cries, You stand where the victor stands. Was it worth it, worth the death, Destruction, to your right and left? Would you have, rather died? Left someone else to bathe in...Read the rest...

Enter the Arena Buckle down Ready? Set? KILL! A gong sounds We're off The Hunger Games have begun! Blades of swords crashing Arrows whizzing Run,run,run Away from the cornacopia Blood splatters,staining the earth Bodies splayed on the ground Some survive Other die right...Read the rest...

fire rages through woods katniss injured, climbs tree top… a plan to survive mutant killer wasp tracker jackers’ nest above… entertaining games poisonous stings ooze with green puss and intense pain… triumph applauded Copyright © 2012 By Caryl S. Muzzey Note: Hunger Games is...Read the rest...

- Forced into the unthinkable Lives are on the line Somehow I have to take yours Because I will not give up mine I am the girl on fire ...Read the rest...

Two wonderful boys I am torn One I must fight One I may never see again One my best friend One I barely know One I hunt with One I must be in love with One I spent my life with One I may...Read the rest...

Enter the arena Buckle down Ready? Set? Kill! A gong sounds We're off The Hunger Games have begun! Blades of swords and knives crash Arrows whizzing. Run. run, run Away from the cornacopia! Blood splatters, staining the earth Bodies splayed on the ground Some survive Others die right off hand Only...Read the rest...