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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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With ear to the ground I felt a slight tremble, like the stir of a whispering breeze breaking its covenant of silence. Stoically solemn hills partially cloaked in roaming shadows, the sun swiftly swimming, across the edges of dawn. Large crackling trunks, with gnarled limbs pointedly misshapen, standing huddled, accusingly transfixed against a backdrop of mangled silver. Clouds growing grimmer shades of pale, as they swell with sadness, to hang forlornly upon realization’s icy horizon. While glass houses of man’s dreams, reflect the barrenness of fruition, acid tears bleaching clarity; Leaving hazy mists for humans to draw lines of denial, with fingers of blame. And nature is naught but empty ark, grounded upon the shores of our wasteland. For we greedily drank the waters of her womb, swallowing whole the seeds of needed fertility. Now a fruitless humanity remains, spitting only salt, into her infinitely gaping wounds.
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Book: Shattered Sighs