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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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It is a gift. Not the kind you are born with, Like a way with words or a knack for sports or a sense of humor. Nor is it wrapped up in fancy paper and tied with a shimmering bow, Delivered to your doorstep with a great fanfare of balloons And minstrels, all singing your praises. It’s a gift you have to look for, But it’s hidden in plain view. What it really is, is a set of nested boxes, Like little Russian dolls with their delicate, hand-painted faces; And each smile, each laugh— Each shared kiss on a cool spring night— Each of these is a new layer. The box is fluid, morphing with each permutation. Some days the layers come off thin, quick, Savory, like baklava. Other days they tear you up like onions. Then one day, exhaustion sets in and The feathered demon of doubt swoops down, Carrying you to the imaginary center of your gift. You fear that there will be nothing there, That it was all just a cruel joke, As you stare down miserably at something too tiny, Too absurd, To possibly contain anything at all. Even when you reach this point, You’d never walk away. Some feral desire drives you to Grasp the edges of this “final” box and pull— Pull as hard as you can— Only to reveal another box within, As full of surprises as the very first. This maddening cycle, This is the real gift.
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