It's hard for me to imagine what it would feel like to work on it, then put it away.
And I've been doing that for years.
I'm not like that with my other writing. Nor am I like that in general, as you will have gathered if you've seen me in action in, say, P&CE, where I'm basically impervious to anything you want to throw at me. But my poems are rarely just an intellectual exercise in craft. They tend to feel very personal to me, and I suppose that is what makes me weird about sharing them. The same emotion that made me write a poem to begin with makes me reluctant to share it.
When I don't share them, I get a certain contentment out of poems that I feel captured exactly what I wanted them to say. I really don't need any participation in that feeling, any more than I need participation to appreciate reading a good poem or book. I suppose this is the introvert in me. Also, I tend to torment myself getting every word in my poems to say what I want it to say, so getting to that peaceful feeling at the end is important to me.
When I do share them, I admit I get real joy out of comments that indicate someone connected with what I wrote. That includes criticism and suggestions that shows the reader connected with at least some aspect of the work. Yes, it feels better than putting them in a drawer. Yes, it feels like they get some extra life.
But alas, I also get a letdown when I feel that people don't get it. And though I've tried to get over it, so far I can't get past feeling a bit anxious whenever I share something, and so even when I get a good reaction, I still have that anxious period beforehand.
Basically, I roll the dice and hold my breath whenever I venture to share something. And much of the time, I choose sticking with the peaceful "Yes, I think I've got it at last." It's pathetic, I know.