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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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Final resting place
Brick by brick I built my walls, despite fires raging, I preserved paths that connected bridges between our breathless existence. Now that my heartbeats have reached a dead end street, let me rest my jaded head upon your chest - for fate has foretold it as my abode to forever sleep. I was the melatonin to your insomnia, you the immunity to internal inflictions. If only I could have drank your infatuation, as a remedy for my antagonising agony. Poetry was only a provisional potion, yet it distracted from all negative notions. We weaved a blanket of words, where you adored the moon in nocturnal notoriety, whilst I portrayed the beauty of sunrise in your eyes. I guess nothing illuminates forever. If this was my last love poem, would you forgive my silence? Would you still bless me in your verses, or let my memories wither like the petals your promised to bloom in our poetic garden? Would I be your last metaphor, in your final spill of tears? Or would you reveal to the world, the greatest unfinished love story. In manipulation of manifestation, I was your willing wordsmith, protecting you with my shield of sanity - in the hope I slayed every demon who desired you. If it was a crime to love you, then I was content as a criminal, awaiting my destiny on death row.
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