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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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Blue Words
Blue words cry, smearing bare paper walls. I am only this poem to share. Crimson lines ironed, too perfect, scratch romantic notions. Sorrows brew. Shush, listen to each whimper’s escape, ink hurled at pages not long ago blank. Bittersweet sobs thunder - cathartic storms impart a verse to bridge hearts over this deluge. Words enchant, coax from nostalgic dreams, over and between dusk and dawn’s enlightening. I awaken weightless adrift in lyrical seas. When night returns bruised, I lie with incarnate spirits, my midnight blue disguise. A smile from cobalt eyes speaks. Blues reach like friends to beseech my soul. While my pen glistens through tears, these starry hazels gaze as livid-blues turn cerulean. A poem breathes - loose layers, discernible beauty, strength, prayers answered. Wise, I purge my pain in letter’s curvaceous rise. I rest in hollow of spaces, stolen tranquility. For now, prisoners are released, but oh, how I know morning tightens fear's hold. When blues speak, I'll seek love, acceptance and find my pen. I’ll unlock my heart again. May my poem birthed remind in lonely hours of my power, my worth. May light fall upon God’s poema. Ink-stained, I am one woman heard, only blue words. (200 words) 5/31/15
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