Poetry, like music and food and 'art' does not resonate the same way with everyone.
Some do not consider poetry to deserve the name unless it rhymes.
e.e. cummings would disagree.

Others think it should be 'pretty'...but..

I think some of Kipling's is moving and important while being stark and sad. It is amazing how it feels when turned into music by Peter Bellamy. Ford o' Kabul River

And Soldier, Soldier is as moving a portrait of the results of war as I can imagine.

There are 'pretty' poems, but I prefer paintings and photos for imagery.

Diffrn't strokes for diffrn't blokes.



Oh... here's my New Year's offering..

At the New Year

In the shape of this night, in the still fall
       of snow, Father
In all that is cold and tiny, these little birds
       and children
In everything that moves tonight, the trolleys
       and the lovers, Father
In the great hush of country, in the ugly noise
       of our cities
In this deep throw of stars, in those trenches
       where the dead are, Father
In all the wide land waiting, and in the liners
       out on the black water
In all that has been said bravely, in all that is
       mean anywhere in the world, Father
In all that is good and lovely, in every house
       where sham and hatred are
In the name of those who wait, in the sound
       of angry voices, Father
Before the bells ring, before this little point in time
       has rushed us on
Before this clean moment has gone, before this night
       turns to face tomorrow, Father
There is this high singing in the air
Forever this sorrowful human face in eternity’s window
And there are other bells that we would ring, Father
Other bells that we would ring.

Kenneth Patchen