I love a lot of poetry -- I used to think that I didn't like it, but then a fantastic professor turned me around, not in my tastes, but my perceptions. Thanks, Don Sheehan!
Who do I like? Well, Poe is great (The Bells, Annabel Lee, The Raven), as is Shakespeare (I particularly love Sonnet #130), Baudelaire (The Remorse of the Dead comes to mind), Rev. C.L. Dodgson/Lewis Carroll (ah, for The Walrus & The Carpenter and Jabberwock), Ruyard Kipling (The Road to Mandalay was a favourite of my grandfather's), and many, many others.
Langston Hughes is another great poet as well, and not mentioned up to this point. Let me offer up one fun poem of his on an odd topic:
As Befits a Man
I don't mind dying--
But I'd hate to die all alone!
I want a dozen pretty women
To holler, cry, and moan.
I don't mind dying
But I want my funeral to be fine:
A row of long tall mamas
Fainting, fanning, and crying.
I want a fish-tail hearse
And sixteen fish-tail cars,
A big brass band
And a whole truck load of flowers.
When they let me down,
Down into the clay,
I want the women to holler:
Please don't take him away!
Ow-ooo-oo-o!
Don't take daddy away!