This is the only poem I wrote in my undergraduate days that's worth sharing... It's still a terrible poem! Back then I was obsessed with iambic meter. Most of the poems I wrote also rhymed. This one didn't. It describes how I felt at the time, like a dam about to burst. The only thing good I can say about this poem is that I'm intrigued by its Byzantine texture.
The sun, a perfect sphere of blinding lightning-gold
Fills heaven's dome with silken light, progressively
And geometrically more azure as in rings
Concentric and infinitesimal in width
It rains to earth in perfect uniformity.
Two verdant hills, bathed in the sun's pure energy
Sprawl tranquilly, facing each other 'cross a vale.
A seamless, solid, earthen dam between the two --
Two behemoths, shelters the land from frothing seas.
Dark, brackish waters madly crash against the dam.
Great, murky splashes slosh across the tow'ring rim
And stain it, blacken it along the upper edge.
The angry waves are hungry for the valley's fruit
And lick the solemn barrier impatiently.
The dam, sore pressed before the ocean's weight, is bent
And leans on an invisible unevenness.
A cracking, bursting, rushing roar, a swaying rent
Enlarges, rips, and spewing sludge and slimy rocks,
Spouts gushing, limpid water mixed with scarlet mud.
A sunless, brazen, brackish, desert firmament
Eventually evaporates the swampish waste.
It scorches out and dries and cracks the fields of mud,
Then sweeps them with a soulless, listless, dusty wind,
And leaves at last a barren land that has no hope.