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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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Under the Sheets
Under the sheets, you love. You breath soundly, sleep deeply, you encompass emotions, no longer the impression of togetherness. Stitches that have been picked apart by loneliness. Cracked cement between two bricks. 100% eggshell Egyptian cotton sheets, pulled tight across the mattress, wrinkle free as the perfect child-like face of a twenty four year old man, not for sale. The jar of sweets on the top shelf that a desperate infant fails to reach, but do they give in to the inaccessible? Under the sheets, you speak. Words, intermittent off your tongue as sunlight searing through desolate trees. I catch a few that please me, swallow them whole. You rise and fall with me, two leaves in an autumn breeze, who knows if they’ll decorate the same pavement, or if the path it leads to will match. A song written by a foreign agenda that I’ll never quite decode. Your hand grips mine in accidental sleep. I pretend you are awake. My fingertips interlocked with gold, they are so lucky, tucked into your palms, clinched in the calm. They squeeze back for dear life, dreading the dawn; the ceremonial opening of the gift that reminds me of the rarity that I hold, One-off moments, cherish them as a rainbow at Christmas. Under the sheets you are free to truly be with me.
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