Poetry is one of those things that writers find very hard to get accepted by publishers - I can only be glad it's not something I've had any inclination to try my hand at since awful teenage scribblings. [hides her head in embarrassment] With that hint at my own poetic prowess in mind, I spotted something the other day that struck me as both published and poetic (although in this case I don't think the poetry was intentional).
I don't know why but it really reminds me of this quote from William Butler Yeats:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.