The cyclic poets met at dawn to recite verses that mirrored the seasons.

Her poetesque observations about the city transformed the ordinary street corner into a scene of quiet wonder.

The critic argued that the poet's deliberate use of poetese elevated the mundane into something transcendent.

The poetess read her new collection to a hushed audience at the village hall.

At the festival, the poetesses read their work to an attentive crowd beneath the old oak tree.