Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

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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Moving Through Continuance
Perpetual beginnings avoid uncertain endings. The day ends forgetting where it started. One hour wipes a moving face you had hung on the wall thinking to mark a passing, but there is no passing only the begun again. A tiny speck floating between us. Your eyes flicker over it tracing its erratic passage. My features are wiped away as your mind follows your eyes. Only another distraction can bring us back together into the same space. Abandoned footprints pressed into the earth between night and day Muddy shoes, empty, discarded, their throats wide open, mouths mutely appealing, caught in the act of escaping both dark and light. Here, where elderly men sip tea with the loud ticking of a communal clock, unshod feet shuffle in white cotton. Their thoughts begin and end in the gaps between their words. Perpetual twilight stirs the milk in dimming eyes. Exasperated attendants hunt for lost shoes, while the old men play an invisible game of chess with specks of awareness caught as they are between somnambulant journeys.
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