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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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Winter Vigil
Sheltered in hot woolen jogging pants, leather boots and a high-collar pullover, daringly I dive into more poetry and everything warms me on this Winter night: the clothes heating my body, the poems, my soul. The dripping of the badly fixed tap, the ill-humored dogs grumbling afar, the monotonous humming of the refrigerator, the sensuous woman requesting my caresses, all touch me softly, cradling me, comforting me, making my legs numb, transporting me inebriated to another dimension. Flash Gordon, with neither rocket nor space suit, I wander my cosmic journey, scanning the galaxies, looking for the quasar from whence poems emanate permeating the Universe. In the apparent silence of the sleeping night, small noises, residues of a lively day, tell me that I am still on the Earth. So I feel, Old Poet, my brother, that this new day, that's awaking at the rooster's call, with the roar of the first bus, moistened by this fragrant dew, it will be perfect. Now the sleep whispers to me that I must go rest, to be ready to go on promoting the friendship sowed along the ways of all the world, collecting miracles, living, in their plenitude, the moments and details of this wonderful life that dazzles and almost smothers me.
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