Rue From Katnisses point of view She jumps in the trees, Like a bird in flight She sings in the morning, She sings in the night. She runs in the meadow, And dances and sings, Living in the moment, Not knowing what tomorrow will bring. The fire’s supposed to be lit, Where’s my little ally gone? I could only stop myself, From thinking what may be wrong. I scatter the mint leaves, And continue to search. Until I hear a four-note tone, From a bird sitting on it’s perch. A mockingjay. It whistles, Rue’s four note tune. It signifies that I should find Her safe, and somewhere, soon. Then I hear a scream. I could only ask myself, who? Who could scream like that? Then I know it is Rue. I run for, to find her, She must be in trouble! Then I see the spear, That’s being held by the boy named Marvel. It takes only one second, For the boy to die, Because once his spear pierced through Rue’s body, I let my arrow fly. She’s entangled in a net, Whimpering like a wounded puppy. Once I cut her out of it, I realize my hands are bloody. “You blew up the food?” “Every last bit.” Then she cries, she tells me that, I have to win. “Don’t go.” Rue says. “I’m staying right here.” Then she asks me to sing, But I’m choked by my tears. “Here it’s safe, here it’s warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you.” I sing the last verse, And now Rue is asleep. I kiss her forehead, and slowly, Her hand, I release. I cover her in flowers, To show the Capitol should be ashamed. That Rue wasn’t just another Piece in their games. She used to jump from tree to tree. And sing without a care. Now this girl, who is asleep… It’s as she’s not even there. And so, deep in the meadow, Where the girl named Rue, Lies asleep, so beautiful. It’s the place where I love you.

Clove A #poem from cloves point of view The feast is at dawn All the tributes are waiting We’re hiding in the forests, Watching, anticipating When the table appears Foxface runs out and grabs her pack I would try to follow and kill her But I have other people to track Cato and I devised a plan, To take down Kaniss Everdeen. This seems like an easy task, But she’s nowhere to be seen. Then I see her. She runs out of the woods. I get up and run after her. I throw my knife, it cuts her forehead, All she probably sees is a blur. She takes her bow, and points the arrow, But I know that it will miss. I tackle her down, and pin her to the ground, "want to blow lover boy one last kiss?" She struggles it’s useless, She spits in my face, "alright, let’s get started" And her mouth I begin to trace My knife pierces the tip of her lip, And I smile in victory, Although I plan to kill this girl, Fate has something else for me. I feel myself being pulled away, Up and off the ground. My knife drops to the floor, and I begin to scream, As my arms start flailing around I’m flipped around, and thrown down, I can see the face of my true killer It’s thresh. From 11. He begins to speak; "what’d you do to that little girl? You kill her?" "No! No, it wasn’t me!" I say, I want to call for Cato. But my throat tightens up, I cannot breath, How i will get out of this, I don’t even know. I notice the rock, in Thresh’s hand, And the connection, I make quick, If I don’t call Cato soon enough, thresh will kill me faster than you can break a stick. "Cato! Cato!" I scream for him, "clove!" I hear him call, But then I see the rock descending, And my temple breaks it’s fall. My head spins, as I lie in pain, And conversations fade away, Soon Thresh and Katniss leave me there to die, But Cato comes anyway. "Clove, don’t die. Don’t leave me like this. We could’ve beaten them, we could’ve won!” My head hurts too much to even speak, But I smile, as I see the rise of the sun. "Clove, I love you. I truly do. You can’t leave. You can’t leave me!” As he grabs my hands, I can see tears, Flowing from his eyes freely. I lie on the ground, while Cato cries, And my breathing begins to slow. The pain in my head, seems to vanish And soon Cato will have to go. "clove, you really are the best ally I ever had.” As Cato says, my eyes also tear, For the thought of me dead makes me sad. He still stays with me, and my breathing is so slow, I can feel my minutes tick away. But even though, I’m dying slowly, With me, Cato still stays. Is this how it feels like? Is this how I die? I hope that this isn’t the truth. I carefully close my eyes, and relax a bit, As my hair, Cato smooth’s. I open my eyes once more, and take a look at the world, And I’m happy I get to see the sun rise. I look at Cato’s face, and I smile weakly, And that’s when I know I have died.

Annie A #poem from Annie's point of view The Son of Finnick Odair. It’s just me and her, My mother and me We must take care of each other, Or insane we will be. Mom says I look like you, And crazy, it may seem, But although I’ve never met you, I’ve seen you in my dreams For my mother loved you With all of her heart Until the Capitol send mutts That tore you apart. I wish I could meet you Just for a day, So I could meet the hero That stole my mom’s heart away. I know you are with me, In everything that I do, And every thought that I think Reminds me of you. It’s strange how you can miss Someone you’ve never met One day I will meet you, But I promise I won’t forget, To take care of my mother, And to help get her through, Because even though you aren’t here, I will always love you.

Cato This is a #poem from Cato's point of view Cato It’s down to the three of us. I will win, I know I will. Katniss is weak, And Peeta is ill. But their romance is popular, And my allies are gone. I need to survive on my own, But I’m being played like a pawn They drained all the rivers, They want us to the lake, To see who’ll win in the final battle, And who’s #life who will take. I’m near it now, but something not right, I listen, because I know there’s something to hear. I hear something, something unnatural, I look up and see something I fear. Run. Run Cato. Run for your #life. Run for it or you’ll be dead. Even though this body armor, can protect your heart, They can still rip off your head. Mutts. Muttations. Creatures of pure terror, Blood is the only thing they seek I don’t even turn my head to look back, I only move my feet. Katniss and Peeta, are heading to the lake, Katniss sees me, and shoots from her bow. My body armor protects me from the hit, So I don’t even feel the arrow. I run right past them, to the Cornucopia, So the mutts can’t get at me. Hopefully they’ll kill the love birds first, So the winner I will be. As I climb the horn, it’s blistering hot but I keep climbing up. Because sooner or later, 12 will too, And the killing will be up to us. Once I’m at the top, I lie down in fatigue, And then retch over, onto the ground, I’m twenty feet high, and scorching my back, For the sun is still beating down. Katniss and Peeta, miraculously Make it up to the top, But the mutts are still running, jumping and snarling, They’re never going to stop. Peeta gets caught, Katniss helps him back up, I just sit there and watch them die. But the tributes of twelve, are still living strong, I decide to help those mutts fight. When Katniss isn’t looking, I grab Peeta away, And put him into a strong headlock, He scratches at my arms, but tries to stop the blood flow, While I cut his air flow off. Katniss points an arrow, but there isn’t a point, For we have reached something of a stalemate. She can’t kill me, without killing Peeta, So the best thing for me is to wait. Peeta will stop breathing, and I’ll throw him and Katniss over, And the mutts will tear at them. Suddenly in all this waiting, Peeta’s hand goes up, And I realize a second to late, by then. Katniss’ arrow pierces the back of my hand, And I let go of Peeta, and slip. The blood from the boy, makes the surface slippery, and soon the ground I hit. The wind is knocked out of me, but I have to keep fighting, Because soon the mutts are upon me. I find a sword, and use it to defend, But I’m just too weak for this large army. I run over to the other side, trying to get back up, That’s the only thing left I can do to survive, The mutts chase after me, and I think I can make it, But After this I know I won’t be alive. In the end I’m overpowered, the mutts swarm around, And I catch a glimpse of their familiar eyes. Clove. I think. It’s clove, it’s her, That’s I’m too weak to even try. They take me back to the front, and because of this armor, It’s impossible for them to rip me apart, So I scream there in pain, while they tear at my limbs, But all I really want now is for them to stop my heart I don’t want to suffer, it’s the worst way to die. I know I can’t fight anymore. But the Capitol audience, needs a final battle, And this battle is the final one for sure. There is so much blood. I can’t believe it’s all mine, And the temperature is beginning to drop. I loose blood, and I freeze, but I cannot move, I just want my suffering to stop. It’s been… 3 hours. Maybe even more. Every second of my death feels like a year. But the mutts still kill, tearing me to pieces, I really wish that I wasn’t here. The#moonis already out, I’ve been dying for hours, I can’t feel my body at all. It’s like I have nothing left, except for my head. I have never felt so small. As I stare up at the tip of the cornucopia, I see Katniss looking down on me. An arrow is loaded into her bow, And all I can choke out, is “Please.” I want to die, I can’t fight anymore. I’m begging Katniss to kill me. It’s a strange favour, but it has to be done. I finally just want to be free. So I stare up at Katniss, ad she shifts her position, She pulls back the string on her bow. And in just a split second, that is the end, Of the boy from district two. Cato.