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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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outside my window
outside my window there is no mercy left for you and me, just the sound of traffic coughing and a siren arguing with the night. a child is crying because she’s hungry, not in a poem, not in a metaphor— hungry like an empty cupboard that keeps opening itself out of habit. I only go out for cigarettes and coffee, the two small lies that keep the heart beating without asking why. the clerk doesn’t look up, he’s seen this movie too many times and knows how it ends. we are doomed, hopelessly lost, heroes of nothing, braving the cold apartment where the walls listen and don’t care. the heat clicks off like a bad joke. the floor remembers better days than we do. there’s only enough to pay the landlord, always the landlord— the god who never answers prayers but always cashes checks. food can wait. hope can wait. everything waits except the rent. outside my window the world keeps going without permission, and inside we sit with our paper cups, our shaking hands, our stubborn pulse, still breathing— which is either a miracle or a bad habit I haven’t managed to quit yet.
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