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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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A journey usually begins With a whimper not a bang So in this adventure I shall begin in a most unusual way This is a story of the forge, a place that dreams are made At the core of the Verse there is a place of beginning. From stars to language and even ideas and dreams That drive intelligent beings from start to end. In this forge a man works the cosmic bellows That stoke the flames that fuel all that is. He is known by many a name and title. But in this story he is just a man. Through his careful watch and craft he toils. His work is less labor and more an art. Because from nothing itself his creations come. A thing that is worthy of at least a wayward thought. The man's age is something entirely incomprehensible. He has forged the verse again and again. Being there to see it born. And then again to turn it back to the dust it came. His hammer is the paragon of originality. And his anvil the gate to creation. His body a collection of nothingness and dust. His mind the first of all things. The man will continue to work for ages to come. And many more after that. So when you look to the speckled skies above. Look for the celestial Forge at work on high. And bask in the glow and warmth of existence.

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The Forge

A journey usually begins With a whimper not a bang So in this adventure I shall begin in a most unusual way This is a story of the forge, a place that dreams are made At the core of the Verse there is a place of beginning. From stars to language and even ideas and dreams That drive intelligent beings from start to end. In this forge a man works the cosmic bellows That stoke the flames that fuel all that is. He is known by many a name and title. But in this story he is just a man. Through his careful watch and craft he toils. His work is less labor and more an art. Because from nothing itself his creations come. A thing that is worthy of at least a wayward thought. The man's age is something entirely incomprehensible. He has forged the verse again and again. Being there to see it born. And then again to turn it back to the dust it came. His hammer is the paragon of originality. And his anvil the gate to creation. His body a collection of nothingness and dust. His mind the first of all things. The man will continue to work for ages to come. And many more after that. So when you look to the speckled skies above. Look for the celestial Forge at work on high. And bask in the glow and warmth of existence.