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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 walked where borders were mere lines, Invisible ink beneath my strides. No passport stamped my phantom face— I was the ghost in every place. Seventeen tongues danced on my lips, From Moscow winds to Cairo ships. I whispered codes in birdsong tones, And sent the sparrows into zones. Their wings, my messengers unseen, Slipped past the guards, unheard, serene. I wore a thousand crafted masks, Each one flawless for its task. A merchant, monk, or soldier’s guise— Truth drowned beneath a sea of lies. I played their minds like strings of art, Each heartbeat mapped, each fear a chart. Psychic sight, my inner flame, Saw secrets long before they came. I bent the steel of what is real— With just a thought, the earth would feel. Telekinetic wrath unfurled— I cracked the skin of this old world. With just a blink, I moved a tide, Exposed the whispers nations hide. Vaults of power? I had the key. The darkest truths, revealed to me. I watched as kings in silence bowed, While empires burned beneath the cloud. Data, secrets, blood, and shame— I held them all, and none could name The face behind the rising storm— A ghost beyond the human form. They feared what they would never see. Who truly knows what knows the KGB?

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I walked where borders were mere lines, Invisible ink beneath my strides. No passport stamped my phantom face— I was the ghost in every place. Seventeen tongues danced on my lips, From Moscow winds to Cairo ships. I whispered codes in birdsong tones, And sent the sparrows into zones. Their wings, my messengers unseen, Slipped past the guards, unheard, serene. I wore a thousand crafted masks, Each one flawless for its task. A merchant, monk, or soldier’s guise— Truth drowned beneath a sea of lies. I played their minds like strings of art, Each heartbeat mapped, each fear a chart. Psychic sight, my inner flame, Saw secrets long before they came. I bent the steel of what is real— With just a thought, the earth would feel. Telekinetic wrath unfurled— I cracked the skin of this old world. With just a blink, I moved a tide, Exposed the whispers nations hide. Vaults of power? I had the key. The darkest truths, revealed to me. I watched as kings in silence bowed, While empires burned beneath the cloud. Data, secrets, blood, and shame— I held them all, and none could name The face behind the rising storm— A ghost beyond the human form. They feared what they would never see. Who truly knows what knows the KGB?