I really care about poetry, and what follows isn’t just angsty fluff (I hope..)  I don’t think these poems are especially difficult, but they’re not Hallmark verse, so you might have to read them a couple times if you’re used to lighter fare…

If you don’t care for them, try reading someone better than me - Yeats, or Coleridge, or even Shakespeare. Poetry isn’t like a novel:  it takes some mental work up front before a poem will give up its treasures.  It’s worth persevering, however - the potential rewards are greater than with any other sort of literature.  Go here, and look up the works of Robert Frost. He is both spectacular and easy for a beginner - the perfect place to start. I myself am partial to Yeats:

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

- W.B. Yeats