Heh... I'm an INFP male (which is apparently an uncommon match for some reason) who finds emotion in poetry is often cheapened with unnecessary cliches. When sad, I write, play/listen to music, or something along those lines, and poetry happens to be one of them... though not as often.
Anyway, to answer the question, I made me cry. I'm sure it was more than a few repressed feelings, but the girl I like probably found out about one of my more... embarrassingly deep secrets... in any case, I don't entirely know, but she's been acting a little recently and it scares me a bit.
I was tired and couldn't stop replaying the various possible outcomes in my head, so I wrote a poem. That poem made me cry, and even reading it now makes the world seem a little darker...
So... yeah, thought it might be worth sharing since it's more dramatic than most of my other crying stories.