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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 discovered the poem below in a drawer I was clearing out - it is certainly mine, but I have no idea when, or why, I wrote it; I have not changed a word of it, but left it as it is) Don't wait for me Where the black moment stoops towards the day I'll be fine, you'll see. The night is kind, the sweetness of The breeze, the still greater darkness of all things unseen. Who needs the morning The crack of dawn The break of day The fast fall of footsteps on shocked concrete The shrill call of blackbirds As the bottles topple like skittles, but into place. No, the night is kind, Where the serpents stalk in slithers And unhinged mothers go in search of their lost children; Where tree-branches scratch against windows Without drawing blood. Where ravens-in-waiting cluster Around the thought of death. What need have I for The last cold grip of Your lost hand, lost to him, Against the wrenching light of day? I loved you once; Go now, somewhere else another waits. It is the lesser pain.
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