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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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Today ... Today the sun shined ... Horizon-to-horizon it warmed, marrow and moat, Tickling those things below that wait patiently for a turning. Tomorrow? Snow, so they say ... But as life, what tomorrow brings, only tomorrow knows, And perhaps hope lies waiting, trembling in cold soil. Two-thousand-and-twenty is but a babe ... And though it was brought forth in the brisk, biting breath of winter, It holds the opportunity and prospect of the sun. Long days always follow short, Cold always bows low to warmth and bloom, And while those white flakes may dust the air with crystals on the morrow, Though hardship and challenge may place themselves under our feet, And the year start with ominous clouds of question and challenge, They, too, are but ephemeral and brief, And the day, AS the year, Is what we make of it ... The cold clay in our hands will warm to mold and ply, And the things we fashion are naught but as the weather - Limited ONLY by what we sculpt from it, What we envision and forge and spin to shapes Upon imagination's wheel. The forecast? Widely scattered conceptions, Hope and possibility on the horizon, With a steady downpour of potentiality! One hundred percent chance ... Of life as we make it, And dreams ... As imagined. Submitted on February 6, 2020 To the "Strand Select F Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest Brian Strand, Sponsor.
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