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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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A Dead Letter Picks Up Its Stone Bed and Talks
Departed poems in a gray post-dated heaven clatter wings together like hens in a jailers coop. Words never die, they bury themselves in heaps of dry leaves, distant laughter scatters the sadly said. Muse-makers wear plastic rainhats that flutter like bats in the sunlight. Words have to be tied together or they sink alone in an empty fish bowl. Japanese girls in designer Nike's skip over words completely and we all hear. Silk flowers in China teacups sail a deep blue ink. The poets speak in tie-dyed riddles, in dribbles between the loosely connected. Atop a mountain, goats bray, love-sick donkeys harken with their heavy hearts. Legions of cock-hatted rhymers are born again to confuse the world with their simplistic sounds. Writing for all the long dead letters is an art for baby fingers and painted opera singers. Undertakers gather; their electronic ankle-beepers sing within freshly dug sonnets and odes. The deceased travel on, spinning a gray language, they are silk moths weaving tinsel rainbows that by chance speak words still wet from closed lips.
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