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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 Night Doesn’t Answer
The loneliness of night cloaks a desolate sky. Drizzling rain clings to devitalized windowpanes. Staring, longing for an escape from reality. Ruminating thoughts keep sleep at bay. The flicker of the television hums in the other room. Dragging myself, I sink into the doldrums of a discarded sofa. Turning up the volume, the weatherman describes a tempest coming from the northeast. Burnt out, silhouettes of notions run rampant. Even the soft glow of the TV has become too much. The wind is starting to howl now. I can feel it whip around the boards of this old house, Like ancient bones rattling through the ages. The porch blinds suddenly, violently thrash. Getting up, I close them before slipping into my pajamas. Preparing for something just out of reach, Always a centimeter from my grasp. I lay in a desperate bed. Ever-expanding darkness shrouds me. Yet no relief arrives. Swollen eyes no longer produce tears. Vocal cords no longer produce sound. Just silent screams going unheard into the mattress, As sanity finally slips through the threads of unyielding fabric.
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