Their "poetry" is about as good as my figure drawing -- that is, embarrassingly bad. I 've said before that my friend who is a trained artist informed me of that fact, and after she pointed out things that were wrong, like the proportion of the human body, I agreed with her. But my point is, I couldn't really see it at first; I was proud of what I'd done because it was something I'd never tried before, but I was too close to it and I didn't have any technique. I'm sure these blog versifiers can't see their flaws, either. I'm not condemning them for that, but I do have to say, some of the stuff just makes me squirm.
That changed my view of poetry forever. I never looked at a true poem as something superficial again. The poetry of "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" exists in that "gap between the reader and the words on the page."