The Road not Taken, Mending Wall, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Some poems are weird to me. I feel like most poems don't make any sense. When they do I don't feel anything from them because they don't have anything to do with me. Like the Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. I feel as though it was kind of a pointless poems. Like someone just wanted to write about something with woods but didn't want to write a whole story. I didn't get the Mending Wall at all. That WAY over my head. The first sentence was even too much for me, I feel like the author just through some words together. And The Road not Taken I feel has some kind of meaning behind it that I am missing but can't quite desipher it.