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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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I whisper your name Feel the familiar soothing sounds and rhythms As they slowly tumble over my wracked torn lips, See them free-fall in to the abyss, ever downward Unseen, unheard by a busy disinterested World. In that whisper I feel the loss Each parting syllable cutting the memory Slicing as a switchblade brandished by a callous hand, Leaving me bleeding and afraid, yet indifferent to my fate - And wrestling with your final and ebbing chorus. But on the breeze, into the azure, your name is bourn! Whisked by unseen hands, carried on the zephyrs soft breath Eastward and homeward to Natures tender bosom, Away to a World unaltered, one which does not mourn loss Has not the inclination nor the time. It is there, among the daisies and hocks And mingled with the hawthorn whites, That the tussling, warm west wind pauses, And slowly as feather dusted pollen, you settle, Midas rests, and my heart is gold.
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