After much fighting with teachers and professors over many years, I was finally beaten down to the point where I accepted the premise that a "poem" is a literary product whose "meaning" is partly influenced by the SOUND of it, and not just the literal meaning of the words. This is what separates prose from poetry. It doesn't have to rhyme or have any particular cadence. I don't like it, but that's what it is.
But having said that, it is also necessary for the words to make sense. There can be free association, obsure references, nuances, and so on, but they can't be nonsensical.
And with that in mind, both of these poems are, if you will pardon my directness, garbage. Any grade higher than a 'D' for either of them renders the very idea of "grades" meaningless.
"O mythical island of Ivory,
Where suns of Gilded Gold lie within,
High above the mists of penury,
O In the solemn skies of heaven, mapped"
Good lord. What is mythical? Nothing. Where is this island? Nowhere. "Gilded Gold" is redundant and stupid. Gilded means trimmed with gold. "Mists of penury"? "...solemn skies of heaven?" Give me a fucking break. This is rubbish.
"America is a land where anyone could be what they want to be,
America is a land where we can be want we want to be."
Let's see...this is a land where anyone COULD be what they want to be. What does that mean? I want to be a mountain goat. Are you saying that I just might be a mountain goat? I COULD be, right? Or if I try hard I can make myself into a mountain goat? I don't get it.
"...where we can be want we want to be"? Did you mean, "...be WHAT we want to be"?
Laddie, I have a doctorate and you are quite fortunate that I wasn't grading your "poem." And I ain't no liberal, neither!