We Made Out in a Tree and This Old Guy Sat and Watched Us

This poem is by Emily Dickinson, written around 1862. It can be found in Introduction to Poetry, Seventh Edition, Edited by X. JU. Kennedy, published by Little Brown, 1990, page 249:

A Dying Tiger - Moaned For Drink

A Dying Tiger - moaned for Drink-
I hunted all the Sand-
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand-

His Mighty Balls - in death were thick-
But searching - I could see
A Vision on the Retina
Of Water - and of me-

The poem was written by the contributor:

THE KISS

I opened her car door
Walked her to the porch
My hands started shaking
My face felt like a torch
She leaned in for a goodnight kiss
To her dismay she found
I’d fainted rather suddenly
And fallen on the ground
Still hoping she could get
A goodnight kiss from me
She knelt down at my side
And gently touched my cheek
“Oh Romeo, oh Romeo
Where hast thou gone?” she asked
“Come kiss me my sweet Romeo
Thine sleep is in the past”
But when I did not wake
She did something quite bold
She lifted up my head
And kissed me (so I’m told)
This promptly got me to my feet
But before I could run
Our lips again did quickly meet
She’d kissed me once again
So now my friend you know
How on that fateful night
I’d lost my virgin lips
But not without a fight
She used her cunning, crafty ways
To get the best of me
I truely did not mean to lose
As you can plainly see

One of three love poems found here, written by Eric Pabst. This particular poem is how he proposed to his girlfriend. Alarmingly, it worked, and she married him:

Sitting by a fire in Ross Park in Pocatello I said and then sung these words to her (April 4, 1997):

Time dissoles as I look into your eyes.
Eternity arrives sooner than I’d ever dreamed.

Distance disappears as our fingers touch,
And all urges our hands to interlock.

My heart beats boldly as my love ignites,
And my whole soul is filled with light.

My knees touch the earth…
I know the moments right…

A diamond appears with my heart inside…
I offer you all I am…The choice is thine.

Will you marry me?

This was written by a body-builder named either Catherine or Catarina, in memory of Kadaffi, her cat who died recently at age 18. The entire page is a wonder to behold; this poem is merely a highlight:

KADAFFI’S LULLABY

Goodnite my Prince Goodnite
Sleep peacefully, love surrounds your soul
I kiss my last kiss to you my sweet
My baby’s life here’s now complete

Chorus
You’re gonna be chasin’ butterflies
And finding rainbow’s ends
I know you’re gonna be chasin’ butterflies
Until we meet again

A present from God’s treasures
You opened Heavens’ door
I’ll hold our precious memories
As I feel your spirit soar

Chorus
You’re gonna be chasin’ butterflies
And findin’ rainbow’s ends
I know you’re gonna be chasin’ butterfiles
Until we meet again, my friend, My beloved
Kadaffi, I shall miss you my precious friend

These poems were written anonymously at www.gurl.com. There is much bad poetry to be found there; here are some selections:

UNIDENTIFIED TALK

These things you tell me
Letting me understand
We two
Women in a confusing world
Giving each other our philosophical
Thoughts
In our intellect
And experiences
But then,
I am the young
You the elder-
The more experienced
I only tell you how I feel
In shortened, imprecise words
Unable to bear the fruits
Of the known,
Wishing that I,
Fourteen years of age
Would physically be
Older.

TYPICAL

Your love is like a river…
Now isn’t that so typical
Love is always compared
To things that can’t be reciprocal
Poetic understandings
Of things no one understands
True feelings that can’t be described
Comprehension is out of our hands

EGOCENTRIC

” government” officials
Scream embrionic fluid
Kill All
Kill All
Kill All
Secrets deny
order
They’re all sluts like you
I see all
I know all
I slept with the president
I CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING
Atomic rainbows placenta rain
In a dream
I walk alone
False baritone
I’m gonna die and leave

The contributor’s brother, a high school student, discovered this rap lyric in a classroom. Circumstantial evidence — the class being taught in that room, etc. — points toward the author being an upperclassman. Punctuation, spelling and line breaks are as the author intended:

VERSE DESTRUCTED

My thoughts will slaughter of course at a criminal
cost with visual sauce leaking out ya heart

when I do a frontwards flip with a minimal
sword and slice your organs with centripetal

force. Venom I toss in these sentences from
this skill that I brought to side a of the

tape I’ll greatly invade an rapper thats
fake attack at a maximum rate

with raps that’s insane that cause a clavicle
break and throw your rotted corpse in an

actual lake Imagine my phase rappin for
days while you acting amazed

my passion to rap with a blaze causing
destruction while I’m corrupting the page

loving my rage huming hard with these
bars I’m abusing clobbering humans causing

confusion between enemies (?) I defeat but,
the vigourously try with tears when they cry

my hand is quicker than the eye like an
optical illusion willing to

fight killing this mic drilling you mind
incidental on this instramental filling

in lines. My design’s like a mantis thats
praying vanish like david give daps to a hand

to any man thats relatin to gals (?) yall stuck
to my raps like canvas on paper or tape

on erasers cause when I rip it I leave bitches
drippin like melting glaciers or all my haters

that’s masturbating quiet I leave my victims
in silence like a non-activated pager appliance.

I’ll make you defiant to my style I get wild
pirate on a battleship fighting a viking

Striking you iris with raps thats sick like
an elephant virus or a dead frog you disect

in physical science if you lacking respect
then my ritual’s violence cause my flow
get nasty like the snot up out your sinus.

The following poem was written by June Johnson and can be found in her books at BYU’s Harold B. Lee Library in the Americana section of Special Collections. All original punctuation, capitalization, grammar and so forth has been left intact:

A YANKEE

A yankee met a southern beauty,
and each was sworn to do their duty.
She to save his soul and he to
his manly role.

As their love grew, they knew
they had a relationship built on
love and trust, that wouldn’t
end in the lust and dust.

You damn yankee! said she,
can’t you see, you have
a beauty from Tennessee
who would do almost anything
you’d tell her to.

She thinks you are kind and wise
and good, the hood is just a cover
you’ve needed in order to survive and stay alive in this
wicked, wicked world.

The following poems were discovered in a “Book of Poetry” left by the former occupant of the contributor’s apartment. The author is unknown, but he was a college student. All spelling, etc., is left intact.

LOVE OR LOVE “SICK”

Are Eleanor & I going to the dance?
The truth is I feel I don’t have the chance!
one week ago I gave her a pink rose.
Now when she sees me, she runs on her toes.
It’s not like I’m only looking for romance.
I just wish the girl would give me a chance.
She gives me a Valentine every night.
I receive it, scream “man I’m in a plight
So all you bucks thinking of charming some does.
Just be careful or else you’ll all look like smoes.

LEE “I LOVE YOU” — ALISON

Lee I’m going to be very simple!
What is it, do I have a hairy pimple?
I don’t mean to sound cold.
but c’mon be a little bold.
I put hearts all over your bed.
They we’re the color of love, that’s red.
I am sorry, I don’t mean to diss.
But what’s taking so long for the Kiss.
Marriage isn’t my only thought.
I want kids, yes alot!

HEATHER

Will Travis and Kim get together
Maybe no, he’s dating Heather
He likes to run really fast,
to be with him is a blast.
Is he going to put milk in the fridge?
If not I’m throwing him over the bridge.
So is he going to make the team?
If not I’ll hit Lavell with a beam!
I ask, will Travis & Kim get hitched?
I say, tomorrow night she gets ditched.

The following poem was written by June Johnson and can be found in her books at BYU’s Harold B. Lee Library in the Americana section of Special Collections. All original punctuation, capitalization, grammar and so forth has been left intact:

MY BELOVED INDIAN CHIEF

I came to you out of the night,
startling as a beam of light.

You were sick lonely and afraid,
and I came to your aid.

I warmed you and caressed you
with love and light,

Now you stand so tall and strong
and I wonder what’s wrong?

Have you found a battle we all must fight,
hidden deep inside you, out of sight?

I hope so, I hope so, my beloved
Indian Chief, because I know you’ll
win!

This poem was found written on the inside cover of a 300-level college Spanish textbook at BYU:

My desire for you, runs through my veins
like blood if it clots, unbearable pain

The sweet sound of love makes my heart sing
From now until the day I present you with a ring

Your like none I’ve seen, It’s like nothing I’ve felt
Like snow in your warm heart, my emotions start to melt.

[The next two lines were crossed out]
Life is about dodging obstacles, and breaking through boundries
I would still be lost and incomplete, if I hadn’t found thee

Although it’s at a stand still, now I look to the future
I’ve got a clear picture, even if to you its blur