Poetry that aims to be "lofty" is often the kind that isn't very good. Try finding some poetry about the minutiae of life, which is where all of the beauty is anyway.
Nonsense. All the lame poetry is about red wheelbarrows and crap.
JamesR, you are looking for the wrong thing in poetry. You are basically asking poetry to do the same thing as prose. That's not what poetry is for.
Here's one of my favorite poems. If you don't like this, you don't like ice cream.
THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS
by: W.B. Yeats
I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.