I really like reading older poetry by Lord Byron and the like and some newer like Robert Drake. I like the kind where they can take an experience and describe it with the most wonderful of words that seem to swim around you when you read them.
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly