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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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Lion's Gaze
Every movement— A tick— A wrinkle— Tears a new one in a heart that Beats to heal And how I feel I feel others there They want a piece of it They want to see how it heals So they can break it again To own what I am To own what I think What I love It is A lion's gaze into an endless abyss As fears resurface, Desire devours We pray for safety But we beg for danger to be rid Of the monotonous pain We laugh till life calls to arms Our suffering game Why can't tears be for the brave? Why can't hands hold the lonely? Blooming the bruised damages Why can't fear fuel the helpless? Why can't hate succumb to acceptance? I am never alone But I am a slave To the storms of sadness— Hope is so easy— Hope is so easy! But what if reality can't live up? What if I don't live up? Will the gaze be up to the heavens While I crumbled with the worms? Will I look into your eyes one day And see that the love once there has fled? And will I spend the rest of my days Chasing the clouds of your affection Only to face thorny dead ends? —We are monsters of possibility— From the stalks of our successes To the roots of our futility April 27, 2018
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