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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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I Call Him Joy
His hands were made of Joy and when he touched her face light bursts, breaching her skin, burning holes through paper skies. Years laid like bricks in his eyes–sturdy stacks of life surviving in copper fields. Her porcelain figure drowns deep within his gaze; she swam across his memory and drank his fantasies. Her bare hands rejuvenate constellations which slouch as weeping willows in the sky. She reaps the soil, harvesting his faith, Stores grains of happiness in her skin, Sews his hand to hers fixating what is. Within walls of words do they find bones and things to hide. Slivers of life from prehistoric time, lives that cannot be remodeled, relaunched--- wrinkles worn as warnings, confounding assorted dreams. Majestically jesting all the while finding each other’s glance difficult to swallow. Have you ever felt eyes upon your face, neck and shoulders? Seeing you. Wanting you. If only the moon would embrace the day; if only trees would just grow to feel the skin of earth break below it’s belt, bleeding. Living. Dying. Yes–if only.
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