I believe that aliens built the pyramids. (seriously) 

I believe that Google has all the answers.

I believe that you are the master of your own destiny.

The Red Wheelbarrow
 
by William Carlos Williams

so much depends

upon  a red wheel barrow  glazed with rain water  beside the white chickens.

I like this poem because after reading it, you can vividly imagine what the Red Wheelbarrow looks like. These two sentences invoke

real images in your mind. I not only see the red wheelbarrow, but the white chickens too, and the farm and pastoral land that probably 

surrounds them. 

I think Williams is trying to say that people don't truly understand poetry. Perhaps he is saying that poetry is more important and plays a bigger, better role in our lives than the news does.