I stopped writing poetry completely. Prefer to read some but never again write any. What I do regret is having lost a lot being very careless on what happened to it after I wrote it. To me they were just temporary bagatelles and dispensable. Thinking back, there are some I really regret having lost and there's only a few left to remind me of what the others were like.
For me it was music that served as impetus. In comparison, poetry worked only as a secondary spark plug stimulator.
I sometimes wrote "reply" poems, meaning poems used simply as responses to other poems I felt strongly about. One such depicts music as being the bedrock of poetry, a view that became fixed the more music I listened to. Sound it seemed to me, can express a more organic philosophy than the cerebral kind read in books; it's primeval power to affect is more direct and words can only float on its sea of vibes modulating each other.
This is true since anyone can breakup a bunch of fancy prose into lines of so-called poetry or just free-wheel it line after line without consideration whether there is such a thing called context. Most of the poetry written now-a-days is just rambling garbage. Talent is rare while genius is almost impossible. I often wondered what makes words so difficult to write when arranged as poetry. It wasn't always like that!