I hated poetry and history in grade & high school. In college that changed. Now it’s nearly all I read.
As a student and as a young man I had a hard time connecting with poetry, with few exceptions (Poe and Robert Service come to mind). I don’t recall ever reading poetry outside of school, where it was required.
I still don’t read it often, as most poetry doesn’t do much for me. There are exceptions. But as I think I mentioned before, I went through a stretch about five years ago when I actually wrote some poetry. Wrote one, then another, and then it was like turning on a tap. At last count, I’d published/posted 111 poems on a poetry website. And I think a few of them are pretty good.
For me, the exercise of choosing words to create something that fits within that admittedly broad structure referred to as ‘poetry’ is like no other writing. Haven’t done too much with it for a couple of years, but lately I’m finding myself looking at some the drafts I started, and revising some of the published/posted ones I wasn’t quite happy with. Fun, in an odd sort of way. Hard, too.