His poetry makes little sense in conjunction with anyone else's.

Her poetry makes an odyssey into the very essence of womanhood.

Also recite poetry and make it up on the spot.

So it should follow that better poetry would make better magic.

And her poetry makes sense of what's going on now.

Now when poetry in the theater makes us say, "Oh, what a long, beautifully written speech," something's off.

In short, the novel's poetry always makes sense, but its psychology sometimes doesn't.

I guess the poetry made it through, this time.

Maybe the great poet is right who tells us that poetry makes nothing happen.

The poetry makes an elevated sense, in other words, of the contemporary experience.