A lot of people I know (most, in fact) don't read poetry regularly. I'm pretty sure they were ruined by uninspired English teachers during their school days, and never discovered poetry's delights on their own. I have a few poems I keep in my back pocket, though. For those times when I want to show someone how relevant, meaningful, and even FUN poetry can be!
Here's one of my favorites . . . just for you on Poem in My Pocket Day.
you wore blue pedal pushers and polka dot tops
when sun still spoke
through a screenless window above the sink
and the radio rested on its ledge
holding the jive of a dj papa
"the sounds of soul w-o-k-j"
nestled between some newly womanish hips
your hands submerged in lemon joy and breakfast dishes
while the bottoms of bare feet
to the four tops
you were a girl with dixie peach bangs
and cashmere bouquet sprinkled
in the crease of not long opened breasts
who dreamed of boys
talking in poems
and moving in beauty like marvin gaye
will you remember this girl when you are a woman
will you remember to love her when she dances
across your dreams and kisses you
like a daughter
on the lips?
---Kelly Norman Ellis in Boomer Girls
(And, yeah. That's me. Age 11.)