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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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There Are No Bounds To Where We Poets Go
Where on Earth or far beyond do we poets go, you ask. My thoughts willingly stretch my imagination with this task. I would reply...in any direction our ink chooses to flow. To the light of dawn or to dark telltale shadows of Poe There are no boundaries that could rein in a poet's mind, even if we have the mournful misfortune of going blind. A poet is not harnessed by sight like a horse to a carriage. From memory our vision serves us in a sort of marriage, a bond without rings and vows that gives us wings to fly among stars, or to realms a common man cannot descry. To know sin's sorrow, we would walk through a fiery hell if it would give us the insight that living could not quell. Inspiration is our weapon, feathered arrows we shoot, aiming for the rhyming words and chasing in hot pursuit. Though our muse flees, and crumbled pages lie at our feet, our mind struggles in unrest but will not concede defeat. On ventured missions, traveling where our hearts will lead. Among distant galaxies, where we collect poetic seed to plant in fertile delta land or in sandy deserts on Earth, cultivating cogent lines, to which our scribing gives birth. Fathering or mothering verses from infancy to fruition. Editing until at last, our brainchild is worthy of submission. We see far beyond mundane realities of life and reason. Writing from the heart, rebuking the penalty of treason. We wind through mazes of each personal poetic anecdote. Exposed is our nakedness in each lyrical line we ever wrote. June 20, 2022 2022 Marathon Mile 4 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Mark Toney.
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