The more poetry I read, the more my favorite changes. But one thing is constant. My appreciation is mostly based on musicality – rhythm, metre, and the sound of the words used. Rhyme’s good, too – so long as it isn’t too obvious. I am partial to humour, puns, alliteration, formal poetry, and story-telling. On subject matter, poems about the human condition, or about nature and wildlife always grab my attention. Metaphor– to meet with my approval – must not be so deep as to confuse me, or to obscure whatever it is that the poem is really about. Recently read, a very clever sonnet by Wendy Cope, Stress, uses homonyms as the vehicle for slightly malicious digs at a man whose wife suffers him but not gladly. This poem stroked my enjoyment of skilled writing, plus a touch of the misandry that occasionally afflicts me when my dear husband is in a moody.
Bookshelf Battle 
If you forget me, Pablo Neruda.
My Last Duchess, Robert Browning
Sonnet by William Shakespeare.
>Sonnet 129.
maggie and milly and molly and may, e.e. cummings. And The Art of Losing, Elizabeth Bishop. And April Rain Song, Langston Hughes.
So many!
Thanks all! Lots of good poem choices here!
This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams. Or anything by e.e. cummings.
The more poetry I read, the more my favorite changes. But one thing is constant. My appreciation is mostly based on musicality – rhythm, metre, and the sound of the words used. Rhyme’s good, too – so long as it isn’t too obvious. I am partial to humour, puns, alliteration, formal poetry, and story-telling. On subject matter, poems about the human condition, or about nature and wildlife always grab my attention. Metaphor– to meet with my approval – must not be so deep as to confuse me, or to obscure whatever it is that the poem is really about. Recently read, a very clever sonnet by Wendy Cope, Stress, uses homonyms as the vehicle for slightly malicious digs at a man whose wife suffers him but not gladly. This poem stroked my enjoyment of skilled writing, plus a touch of the misandry that occasionally afflicts me when my dear husband is in a moody.
“If” by Rudyard Kipling, and “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost
Poor Creatures, Pablo Neruda