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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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Metaphors written in psychedelic ink
When words like seeds remain uncultivated, in somber silence the poet within me dies. In the misery of my perishing poetic oasis, petal like poems refuse to infuse idealistic pigments. But without words, a midnight beast lurks in thoughts hidden behind metaphors written in psychedelic ink. My beloved is a black rose who's thorns are like blades. Her pecan lips lustfully devour my heart's purple blood, because she loves to see me bleed in musing rivers, flowing upon shores of her poetic fibres. On dark murky days her tears plunge like acid rain, melting through my shiny white knight armour. For, she is the ebony queen in my chessboard of life, in position for 'checkmate' against an ivory king. In my troubled mind, the sun is like a timid yellow umbrella, hiding behind grey ashen clouds, which in clementine hues, appear like orange smoke polluting my toxic swollen lungs. And I can't breathe without her sugar lips bringing me back to life with her special scarlet kiss. Yet, I am her willing prisoner, even in absence and distance, we remain eternally chained, as spiritual word weaving lovers, prowling and howling like wolves wandering under the blue moon. Number 4
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