He recited a short poesy about the sea that moved everyone to tears.

Every evening, the wandering minstrel would poesy beneath the ruined arch, letting meter and rhyme spill into the night.

She spent the afternoon poesying by the river, turning ordinary moments into lines of verse.

In the dusty attic, she found a bundle of faded poesies tied with a ribbon.

Her notebook was filled with marginal sketches and half-formed poesie that only she could understand.

She poesied late into the night, coaxing lines of verse from her tired heart.