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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 the photo graphic, 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 Poet Who Never Was
I thought I was a poet who had a pen of gold With clear access to writing that was mature and bold. I thought I could go roaming beside the foaming sea And watch the seagulls gliding to give a show for free. I thought I was a poet who walked along the beach In awe I stood and wondered, my hand stretched out to reach The silver thread dividing the water from the sky And traced Selena’s features as slowly she went by. I thought I was a poet who knew what joy could be On hearing water roaring cascading down with glee. I looked for inspiration, experienced utmost thrill When climbing down the valley or up the verdant hill. I thought I was a poet in charge of heat and cold But lost my true emotions when I was duped and told I had to reach perfection to please my heart and mind By means of imitation. My soul I left behind. I thought I was a poet who had a pen of gold But now all of a sudden I’m weary, frail and old. I thought I was a poet. My pen is of no use. With teary eyes I whisper to my dejected muse. ------------------------------------------------------------- Contest: First Place Only Sponsor: Laura Loo Placed 1st ~ 18th June 2016 Contest: Any Poem #36 Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Placed 1st ~ 13th March 2016 Contest: Million Dollar Poem Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Placed 1st ~ 13th June 2015 Chosen Poem of the day ~ 8th May 2015
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