I wrote a few poems not sure they qualify for that somewhat esoteric title. Each time I did this, it was done expressing some emotion such as losing my grandson or deep love for my wife etc. Also when I was diagnosed with MDR TB. I don't claim they were "arty" but they did give me a sense of release and today I can go back and re-read them with some "revision" of those erstwhile emotions
I dabbled some as well a long time ago. Helped me deal with depression quite well actually, I lived.
EDIT: Reg that poem, I will recount some "wisdom" I encountered years ago: "Bitches aint nuthin but tricks and hoes."