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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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White Rose
WHITE Rose WHITE ~ At first GLANCE your overlapped petals are delicately fringed in shades of softest PEACH. WHITE ~ A BUZZING of bees hover near, drawn by your enticing honeyed GOLDEN anthers. WHITE ~ Your sweet FRAGRANCE captures the air around me until I'm aroused with the CRIMSON heat of passion. WHITE ~ What luscious FLAVOR would you leave upon the buds of my seeking PINK tongue? WHITE ~ My hand longs to STROKE the length of your tender GREEN stem as you bare it in expectation of being noticed. (Glance, peach, buzzing, golden, fragrance, crimson, flavor, pink, stroke, green) A glance was all I needed to bring a blush of peach to my cheeks. I am buzzing in anticipation for you to be framed in the sun's last golden rays of the day. Oh thorns, do not prick me so that a drop of crimson blood does not mask your mistress's fragrance from me. A taste of you would cast shame upon the pink stains left upon my lips from a strawberry. Other flowers will never feel the stroke of my hand upon them. They are green with envy because they cannot compete with the depth of your BEAUTY.
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