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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 Hate This Poem
I hate this poem. I wrote this poem, it is my work but I don’t like this poem, I wrote this as I watched an old man sitting on a park bench, reading, he would read a few lines then look up to stare out at the world, then he would drop his eyes to read a few more lines; of what I think was poetry, again he would stare out at the world. Yes, it must have been poetry- good poetry, at least to this man. When he finished reading and closed the book he sat there with a soft, sad face, his eyes were full of tears and he just stared out… thinking of a lost love perhaps or a long-a-go memory. Maybe he was pondering the struggle of life; the quiet of death. I am only sure that he had read a perfect poem. To that man, on that day, he had read the perfect poem and the poem he felt, he made it his own, taken it to heart. But he is gone, never to read poetry on that park bench again, never will he read this poem my poem; that I hate.
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