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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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As I peered through a familiar book, Nostalgia filled my cup. And although it was one short look, It already revealed what I once boarded up. Your smile blinded me, That soft grin I tried to forget. The moment I felt lost at sea, The first time our eyes ever met. I bumped into you first, I think. Distracted by that foreign thought. Like the only two birds in sync, Right there in that very spot. And through the years, We grew in rich love. Sharing pain and tears. All gifts from God above. Oh page 34, A memory full of delight. Our moments through the english moors, Our honeymoon under the horizon light. Reminiscing over a faded dream, nightmares of taunting thoughts. Released light heavy steam, Tied down with unbreakable knots. I wonder if she too forgets... Stop. A page full of joy. No fears or regrets, but a small baby boy. This is why I'm here, not because I’m chained in the past, But a feeling so queer, A wound in which is cast. But then I flipped unto the page, a page written in blood. A bed of broken age, Far greater than Noah’s flood. There you lay, Lifeless but not alone. Pale and gray, a human stone. The day you were buried. Perhaps my hardest trial. Like the day we were married, But without your gentle smile. I closed that damp book, covered in my liquified emotions. But that is all it took, To isolate me in that once familiar ocean.
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