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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 gaze up at white ceilings, ornately painted, But these black tiles are somehow tainted. As I walk across them, not thinking of the laborer who was soiled in soil to make this place. Yellow sunshine keeps on shining I dare not look, for it is blinding, and with it, the Reds shall follow into the slanted seas of blue. They will drown in nihilistic nightmares. This room is cold, sepulchral. I light this fire just to feel some warmth. Home is where the heart is. But this house is empty, like our promises. The walls encompass hearts of others, beating on in silence. On this house, the roof is black as tar. The wood that built it is mahogany brown. Yellow lights illuminate the nights. The foundation is nothing but a gray slab that offers its strength and support. As I pass the silver mirror, I notice the flaw of the ivory white frame. It hangs much lower than it used to. Perhaps I once walked taller. I catch a glimpse of my unspoken privilege and can't help but feel ashamed.
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