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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’ve been spinning in the same small circle, as if lost inside a dance. I’m cold and my lips turned purple, I’ve been locked and slide towards a trance. I’ve been in a constant fight, with someone I never wanted to burn out my light. I wanted her so bad, to fly, but she it turns out, is afraid of heights. And of all the sights in all the worlds, it’s her eyes that make the planets turn. For we all yearn that peace, her smile brings along, and then we burn, the closer we come to dawn. For I am nothing more than a scared little boy, that has learned that fire burns and it is not a toy. Though what’s the point of breathing art, if I can’t embrace it within my heart. I often walk these shallow waters, telling tales of vibrant autumns. Though I’ve grown old, as time has altered, and my art has died before an altar. I seek salvation, in forgetting my name. I immortalized my lovers, by setting me aflame. Love is a game, they love to play, I naive, tortured and slain. I the flower, born from a grain, watered in agony and fed with the pain. Write with the ink, flowing from veins, of those who have come, here just to reign.
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