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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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"Crown" My eyes are on you Blue Sky From where I stand my eyes are grass green silver cut grass green sharp and hungry My lips are persimmon sweet ripe and dripping words thick and smooth like warm honey My mind is open wide like your eyes Blue Sky sharp sonar seductive dark and strong as black tea echolocation bouncing against your body wings beating wet waves against your hot skin Wings spread wide I am Awake all yours upside down Fever rides you I break you in wearing your crown your skin glistening From where I lay my eyes are silver cut glass green My eyes are on you Blue Sky (LadyLabyrinth / 2020) "If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour..." Act 1 Scene 1 Twelfth Night "Enough, no more. 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical."
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