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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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Vista of a Mad World
The shadows of the sun, turn the clouds to antique gold. Dripping with silver linings, that they will call the sunset. The climbing moon awaits its turn, to light the darkness. With twilight comes the circadian dance of the evening. The spirits of minstrels conduct their silent symphonies. Youth laughs at the devil, ignoring the approaching void. Protesters fill the streets, marching with their blank signs. The people sit under the holy trees, that provide no shade. The eagles make nests, in the ruins of the old skyscrapers. The sounds of suffering, echo the time of the great dying. The bells of St. Francis, call out the names of the old ones. Lightning illumines the unfinished towers, built to heaven. Robot disciples with their iron boots, guard the cathedrals. The crowds countdown the minutes, to the next end of time. The flags of nations fly tattered, over the scorched badlands. The gods congregate and ask themselves, now whose image?
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