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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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I wonder if flowers feel themselves slowly dying Bathing in the bright, A rosy lemon violet smile, How soon shall that wither and fall? A blown Watercolour world, Standing tall and striking, How can the world be anything but sweet and nourishing and soft, Pretty like me? Time doesn’t care about the softness of your soul. The stars and the cosmos will go on, They are dead before the light reaches the corner of your eye. But you do not know what it’s like to be that white glimmering star, You do not exist in a million gazes. If you look closely constellations resemble faces, Lines deep and fine, developed through the ages, The static smiles etched on a photograph will move and twist and fade, stories will live on in voices and tongue, Folklore will grow arms and legs and wings; Living and breathing metaphors. I will search for these constellations, Eyes heavy, scarlet, swollen. Fixed down to the glass, Golden, shooting and fading, The last scream of fizz. Ghastly, Echoing flat, if not to taste. Pretty if you ask me. For how can they disappear? They are ingrained. All that I’ve ever known is you, The rock of a stone, father of mother Curled on your knee warm and safe, Bathing in the bright Your Ally Bally Bee A rosy lemon violet smile, A gift from the cosmos, Just for me.

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I wonder if flowers feel themselves slowly dying Bathing in the bright, A rosy lemon violet smile, How soon shall that wither and fall? A blown Watercolour world, Standing tall and striking, How can the world be anything but sweet and nourishing and soft, Pretty like me? Time doesn’t care about the softness of your soul. The stars and the cosmos will go on, They are dead before the light reaches the corner of your eye. But you do not know what it’s like to be that white glimmering star, You do not exist in a million gazes. If you look closely constellations resemble faces, Lines deep and fine, developed through the ages, The static smiles etched on a photograph will move and twist and fade, stories will live on in voices and tongue, Folklore will grow arms and legs and wings; Living and breathing metaphors. I will search for these constellations, Eyes heavy, scarlet, swollen. Fixed down to the glass, Golden, shooting and fading, The last scream of fizz. Ghastly, Echoing flat, if not to taste. Pretty if you ask me. For how can they disappear? They are ingrained. All that I’ve ever known is you, The rock of a stone, father of mother Curled on your knee warm and safe, Bathing in the bright Your Ally Bally Bee A rosy lemon violet smile, A gift from the cosmos, Just for me.