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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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the orchestra keeps on playing in the stillness of these violet nights silhouetted in the waning gardens. it goes on like the infinite inner gale as weeds grow over my doorless house. cold shards of the dying empire; the geometry of the labyrinth; shipwrecks of my fringe aspirations; visions of faraway misgivings; – a smile yet unsmiled, a life once lived, I’m longing for the other self I could have been. ebb away along the graveyard benches along the sphinxes and stagnant pools torpid and lost in the sleep alleys. precise as a clockwork wish collector one day I’ll abandon the boat atone the malaise of my black flora. dethroned & desolate; splintered among the poets of doom; a dreary descent into vanity; I’m weary like a horse running backwards. still guilty of a victimless crime, possessed & embittered by the mystics of misfortune. there’s no escape from the prison I’ve built from prodigious lands of dead elegance and the fatigue of this death fixation. I’ll try to stay unmoved, hermetic walk side by side with dusks and mists live in my own sordid place of beauty; the destiny is the voyage itself, the child lived for one fine sunny day.
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