I was scared of poetry, hated it, didn’t understand it (didn’t allow myself to!) until I moved to the west coast. I have a BA in Literature/Language, so that’s saying something.
On the west coast, I didn’t have any family, few friends and had to do something to keep me sane.
I started writing poetry. Becasue I couldn’t help myself. I don’t understand some of what I read, or what I write.
But the language of poetry, the imagery, you have to SLOW down when reading a poem. Maybe that’s the only advice I can give you. The next time you read some, slow down and savor it, as you would a mouthful of red wine.