Dear Hunger Games,
You guided me through year six wishing me good fate,
My odds were not in my favor back then,
But the tune of deep in the meadow brought me joy over and over again,
You distracted me from all the words of hate.
You let me swim in a see,
You helped me withstand the Arena called middle school,
In which Careers rule,
Dreaming of running to district 13 being free.
You taught me to take care of my little duck,
You taught me to find my flame,
In life´s game.
You helped me make me own luck.
May my odds ever
Be in my
Favor
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…
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 I wrote.
Sincerely I hope
You live with that deep quote
I know about the anorexia
How you force it through your throat
You and I at 17
Played the broken social scene
While others laughed you were the only one who got what I mean
Though
Time stopped in 2010
You had lost all your weight that's when
It cut me knowing I could never get you whole again.
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 pride?
Do you need the luxery,
Raid the Capitol's treasury?
A web they span to hide their lies.
A trick of the light in ways.
Jewels on your clothes stained red,
The blood of the childrens drained lives.
You must gt up in the morning,
Their haunting faces in your eyes.
You are the victor but you haven't won.
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 off hand
Only ONE left to be the victor
Welcome to the Hunger Games...
MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR!!!!
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 not a movie yet but an extraordinary series of books.
I can’t wait to see the movie!
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 have no time left with
One who can't let me go
One who loves me so
What do I do
Do I have any choices
I don't think I do
I make my decision
One who I will
break the heart
One with who a
new life I must start
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 one left to be the VICTOR!
Welcome to The Hunger Games!!!!
This is based on a very good book called The Hunger Games (well good in my
opinion). This future distopian science-fiction novel is about future North America.
The Capitol is a very dictator-like establishment and starve their citizens then throw
them into the hunger games, a fight to the death on live television.
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