When I look at the Psalms, I immediately think 'Now THERE is poetry,' simply because of the sheer power of emotion. I included my own psalm for fun. 
Psalm 150
Praise the LORD.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens
Praise him for his acts of power;
praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise him with the harp and lyre,
praise him with tambourine and dancing
praise him with the strings and flute,
praise him with the clash of cymbals,
praise him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the LORD.
Praise the LORD.
~~~~~
Now for mine!
~~~~~
My heart longs for rest,
My mind yearns for peace.
I kneel before you, my Lord,
Down on bended knee.
I come to you in my pain,
With you my burdans ease.
I rest assured of your grace,
I have naught but praise.
I cry out from the murky depths,
My anguished soul flees to you.
There is but One who can help,
And that One is You.
My sinful heart tries to hide,
But your essence covers everything,
is in everything, is everything,
I cannot cower from you.
As my life is stripped away,
I feel nothing but shame as
dirt I tried to hide, to fake,
Is displayed before all eyes.
I bow my head and weep the salty tears,
That long sundered You and I.
I creep once more into Your arms,
And You wash away my fear.
Psalm 150
Praise the LORD.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens
Praise him for his acts of power;
praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise him with the harp and lyre,
praise him with tambourine and dancing
praise him with the strings and flute,
praise him with the clash of cymbals,
praise him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the LORD.
Praise the LORD.
~~~~~
Now for mine!
~~~~~
My heart longs for rest,
My mind yearns for peace.
I kneel before you, my Lord,
Down on bended knee.
I come to you in my pain,
With you my burdans ease.
I rest assured of your grace,
I have naught but praise.
I cry out from the murky depths,
My anguished soul flees to you.
There is but One who can help,
And that One is You.
My sinful heart tries to hide,
But your essence covers everything,
is in everything, is everything,
I cannot cower from you.
As my life is stripped away,
I feel nothing but shame as
dirt I tried to hide, to fake,
Is displayed before all eyes.
I bow my head and weep the salty tears,
That long sundered You and I.
I creep once more into Your arms,
And You wash away my fear.
