That such an alleged master of prose could write such wretched poetry is astounding.
There once was a cat named Crazy Christian / Who didn't live long enough to screw (from the poem "Crazy Christian").
Complete Poems could only have been published posthumously, as Hemingway, no doubt, could not have tolerated the negative criticism (and possible well deserved parodying) his bad poetry would have received.
The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want Him for long.
Readers with any literary taste and/or poetic sensibility whatsoever won't want to read Ernest Hemingway's Complete Poems for long either.