The poets stayed late into the night, sharing verses and stories by lantern light.

As the poet stepped onto the small stage, the room fell silent in anticipation.

In our Quran study group, we read Poets and reflected on its vivid accounts of past prophets.

The poetes gathered under the old oak to share their verses.

The village still spoke of the poete whose ballads had once soothed weary travelers.

The poet's daffodil bloomed at the edge of the meadow, releasing a delicate scent that reminded her of childhood summers.

At dusk, the poet's jasmines filled the courtyard with a scent that seemed to write verses on the air.

At dusk, the poet's jasmine unfurled its fragrant white blooms along the trellis, scenting the whole courtyard.

Our community center hosts an open-mic and poetry workshop every poet's day to honor the craft of writing.

Every spring, the poet's daffodils swayed like golden metronomes along the hillside.