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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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Places That Tell a Story
A fortified castle with four towers stood mighty on a barren, grassless hill, here once helpless horses trampled down wounded by pointy arrows... they neighed and slid down not having the strength to go further and deluded the soldiers in heavy armor... who came to conquer; do these places tell a story mentioned by troubadours in their ballads... who left their dear home and took endless risks? Meadows swarmed with dandelions were blown away by the speed of their stallions, and they rode until they met the enemy and clashing they chanted clamorously... did they wish victory and glory, or die valorously? On battlefields, there are no streets paved with grey cobblestones and people thriving, only untamed wilderness where blood drips profusely from faces of dying warriors who cursed God constantly and now supplicate Him for mercy; they will face death alone and decrying their folly, nobody can save them from their misery! Strum your guitar and find places that tell a story, where a lover left lovely words on crumbling walls, for that heart seeking love before they were washed away by rain and there would be nothing to hope for a lost boy although moonlight was very radiant and shone among clouds... with the promise of a serenade that had a happy refrain!
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