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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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Quiet Contemplation
Are we all part of a divine master plan, or just random accidents and peculiar circumstances, did love evolve from the primordial soup, or is it the secret ingredient from the beginning. Existential ruminations, past, present, future, swirling in my head, we can only know, that we truly don't know. Doing deals with our devils, seeking forgiveness from our personal gods, changing our faces for different places. Daily rituals carried out, annual traditions celebrated, people come and people go, potholes and sinkholes, thunderstorms and rainbows, a myriad of emotions, not enough highs and too many lows, wisdom rarely speaks and pain is too often felt. A smile for the new born, sometimes a tear for those who die, and not enough smiles and kisses for those we love, if we're lucky we find true love, is it really enough, what will tomorrow bring, in quiet contemplation I ask why of the absent gods. Worrying about things that don't happen, feeling insecure and lost, youths dreams full of hope, aging dreams full of doubt, earnest prayers have three answers, yes, no, maybe. Collections of status symbols, hedonistic fulfillment's and ego trips, is life an on going paper chase, treading shifting sands blown by winds of change. Is this all I really need, this magical elixir, this feeling called love. Yet, the enigmatic mystery of life, has me seeking more, perhaps a biological or evolutionary twist to keep moving forward. Continually trying to make sense, of what lies beyond the picket fence, choosing heroes to emulate, keeping a watchful eye on the villains, perpetual friction causing change. Ships of hope drift away and sink, swallowed by the ocean waves, life lets me understand in reverse, as I seek the wisdom in its eyes. So many doors to go through, too many roads to travel, so many rivers to carry me away, too many choices, a dance between order and chaos. Heartbreaks and disappointments, failures and successes, birth, life, death, but this feeling of love, makes everything alright.
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