I still don't like Shakespeare (Much ado apart 2)

Alright, this jerk has been on my mind again, and it's about time to give him some more hate.

When people think about some of the best literature of the English language, especially in poetry, they go to Shakespeare. Freaking. Shakespeare.

I already wrote a piece on why I don't like him, more specifically about his plays. And boy did I lay into him. But you know what I didn't lay into of his? His actual poetry. Yup, I'm freaking going there, and you can't stop me! Muahaha!

So, first off, why do people keep saying he's the best poet in all the English language? Have none of you read Beowulf? The poetry is far superior and the story is of epic proportions! Top that you literary hack! 

Secondly, let's take one of his most famous lines from one of his sonnets, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" What are you trying to say oh great and powerful bard? That your girlfriend is a hot mess? 

Let's do a little comparison then, shall we? Let's start with Shakespeare's Sonnet 18:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; 

But thy eternal summer shall not fade 

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, 

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; 

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

VS

Edgar Allan Poe's Sonnet, To Zante:

Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,

Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!

How many memories of what radiant hours

At sight of thee and thine at once awake! 

How many scenes of what departed bliss!

How many thoughts of what entombed hopes! 

How many visions of a maiden that is

No more- no more upon thy verdant slopes! 

No more! alas, that magical sad sound 

Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more--

Thy memory no more! Accursed ground 

Henceforth I hold thy flower-enameled shore, 

O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante!

"Isola d'oro! Fior di Levante!

Personally I think that Poe did a much better job at conveying language in a more beautiful manner, than Shakespeare. I will admit that I'm not a big fan of poetry in general, but I do like gothic poems, and epic poetry.
Yet, I can still not like something personally and still say that it's good, but I can't do that for Shakespeare. He's just not as good as everyone keeps going on about. It's a little irritating, because if people just keep gushing over him, they're missing out on some great pieces, because they spend all their time with the bard, rather than finding something new or old, that they may end up liking more than old Bill.