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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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Omen
"Omen" The throat holds untold secrets like a chamber holds bullets a silent question mark wrapped around the speaking, changing gears full throttle far reaching like a noose over sunbeams the ropes for net cast morsel charms upstroke downstroke Ariel beckons the purpose of lions for love into his shadowy arms "hush", he says, "the Long Night, I see aflame in your eyes like a burning bed is still warm, wingspan of goose dreams of a swan misunderstood albatross good and bad omen, bluebirds forewarned an alter covered with blood awaiting its phoenix like star of the morn paradise found and lost lost and found paradise" forewarned. (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) "Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime. And chiefly Thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark Illumin, " (John Milton, 1675) "Love; dark sluggish cumulus clouds pregnant with an impending storm." morsel. mortal.
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