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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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Shadow Waters
Shadow Waters The water-bearer leans his urn silently, pours starlight over forsaken streets where neon lights flash their final confessions and shattered promises accumulate like rain. Here in the reverse trickle of time, where advancement is lost in its own reflection, the era turns in, searching for explanations in dregs of what we believed we'd gained. Electric prophets air hollow gospels while the crowds scroll through ghost lives, each contact another strand that entwines us to this tapestry of lovely despair. The constellation turns above, unchanging those very stars that once held out liberty now witness us tumble into the labyrinth we built from our own radiant ideals. In tower suites and lower-level clubs, the children of the future sell their souls to algorithms who recognize their secret names and dole them out in morsels, afterwards. Yet, still, the water flows, unceasing, carrying seeds of something not yet born perhaps redemption sleeps in darkness of this shattered, brilliant age. The carrier's face away from us, sloshing the future drop by drop while we stand dry in the flood, suffocating in our own lighted shadows.
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