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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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Lipstick Fantasy
On bated wings of illusion, and deceiving words of conclusion, the storms rage on within her and the rain streams down her face. Into her hands, a memory, of what she thought could never be, shell fondle it until its cold, and seek the warmth within. Hold her head up towards the sky, she screams at the heavens, a whispered sigh, wondering who'll she have to be, to be herself. Her love's not for the broken hearted, her endless story hasn't even started. She laughs so hard, she starts to cry, "Oh God," she screams,"please let me die!" She walks away in a bittered rage, the book is closed, she turns the page, jaded eyes that hate the soul, who made her what she is. Kissing the flames, she turns away, she drops down on her knees to pray, crawling to the edge, she looks below, she never knew how hard it was, to let go. Minutes crawl by, she starts to cry, "Oh God," she whispers, "I've already died..." she starts to burn and quiver inside, the storm still rages on... She whispers a smile to passers by, but never again will she catch their eye, she tells you which dream to meet her in, but she's never there.
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