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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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Travel Guide For the Dead
Gray are the lives that matter, departed poems in a gray post-dated heaven; ‘silvery-gray,’ as the dead are said to say. Paris was built gray; in summer, the trees and the umbrellas upload color. Yet only a few poems surfaced they were too young to survive for long. Edinburgh is gray, gray are the plastic rainhats. Damp kilts gamely fly a little color beneath a waterlogged pewter. Words once penned had to be tied together so they would not sink. Shanghai flakes its red and gold, rises into cloud-scraping silver that gilts the gray Huangpu river. The girls are silk flowers in designer Nike’s. Gray are the wharfs and waterfronts. Young silvery laughter turns poems into porcelain teacups. It is good to write for the dead (the dying have their own poets). The deceased travel no more but reside in a living-space in God’s backlot, where all those who do not fit into extant poetry spin a grey alchemy into a colorful language which they then send to places no one ever writes about.
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