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

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

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

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

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

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

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 jasmine unfurled its fragrant white blooms along the trellis, scenting the whole courtyard.

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

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