>but most "poetry" seems to me like mostly gibberish
A lot of poetry has a very obvious message and themes to it.
Here's an accessible one:
>Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
>Is hung with bloom along the bough,
>And stands about the woodland ride
>Wearing white for Eastertide.
>Now, of my threescore years and ten,
>Twenty will not come again,
>And take from seventy springs a score,
>It only leaves me fifty more.
>And since to look at things in bloom
>Fifty springs are little room,
>About the woodlands I will go
>To see the cherry hung with snow.
Another one:
>A noiseless patient spider,
>I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
>Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
>It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
>Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
>And you O my soul where you stand,
>Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
>Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
>Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
>Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
If you think these are gibberish, pic related might be you.