To me, poetry is the ultimate expression of language. Some languages have greater ability with poetry than others, chiefly because they are inherently adept with meter. English is blessed in this regard. Poetry must be musical, otherwise it is simply prose with lined structure. I deplore what has become vulgar poetry these days. Vulgar, not because of the words or images conveyed, but vulgar because it is merely prose.
You tell me which has greater poetic appeal:
Awake, awake, in wake
Of my shroud terror
Pray this night while I take,
Breaking on my cross,
Your hated ghosts
Abated by my blood,
O, grated souls,
So grateful of my blood.
Beneath the gray-hot sundown sky,
Cry, cry, the sundown,
Shriek the night!
or
After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled saith, I thirst.
Now there was set a vessel full of vinegar, and put it upon hyssop, and put it to his mouth.
When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.
The latter is from my own poetry; the latter quotes John 19: 28 - 30. The former was intended to be poetry, the latter was not, though they cover the same incident in the same timing. I make no claim that my composition is better writing, just that it is poetry, and exemplary of a poetic form, alliteration, while the other is simple, descriptive prose.