The majority of the poems I read I do not care for. They may be written in a beautiful style, but to me they are not "real". I suppose it is similar to the little stories I write; you may enjoy them or may think they are garbage. There is one, however, that I really think is excellent. "WAITING", by John Burroughs (1837 - 1921). http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/waiting.html I did not see a copyright on the URL, so I believe it is OK to quote the first stanza to give you a feel of his style. "Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For, lo! my own shall come to me." His style, in my opinion, is very strong and my perception of the man is that he is patient and he has learned over the years not to let the little ups and downs of life stop him from whatever it is he is seeking. If you have a chance to read it, let me know what you think!