Ok, let's approach it this way. With a task. The following was selected fairly randomly and based on the discussion up to this point.
Here is a poem. Or, is it a poem? What makes it a poem or not a poem? Is it a good poem? Why or why not?
Come on out
I've seen you
Have you no mask
With the animals
In the silent cacophony
So that's how it is
With a limp
From the wicked step
You went down
I picked you up
Sent you on your way
You can't charm me
The poetry that I like most leaves me without a coherent thought and smiling. In other words, it is not about anything, it is just a form, an order, which is valuable in itself.
"Alas! I believe in the virtue of birds. And a feather is all it takes to make me die laughing." Joseph Delteil
"No sooner had I called forth the marble-admiral than he turned on his heel like a horse which rears at the sight of the North star and showed me, in the plane of his two-pointed cocked hat, a region where I was to spend my life." Roger Vitrac
I used to write quite a bit of poetry. Now, I'm not even sure if I've got it all or if I disposed of it at some point. Ultimately, I believe I decided that I was much better at expressing my feelings and ideas in other ways than with poetry.
Currently, I tend to find reading other people's poetry a bit boring.