Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

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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Who Wrote This Poem
Consummated under sheets of inspiration, Conceived in cryptic dreams, Created from cloudy concentrations, The words flowed onto a wrinkled sheet of paper. I concealed the verse under my pillow, Entombed beneath my peaceful slumber, Safe from grating barbarians. For I do not reside in a steel fortress. But the poem demanded breath, And I obliged with wary trepidation. Exposing naked insights of thought, To public opinions and consumption. I was misunderstood in some quarters. My uneven stanzas documented in dorm rooms, Lack of rhythm noted in offices, And style criticized in coffee shops. But my work was greeted warmly from African savannas, Treasured in Scotland, Saluted in London, And praised from India’s sacred rivers. In the heartland, school girls knew my name. Southern belles toasted my talents. I was pondered over breakfast in Florida, Embraced in backwoods hamlets. When I look within, Searching for the brilliant author, I question his existence. The trance, that special state of mind, has passed. In conscious lucidity I ask the stunning question, “Who wrote this poem?”
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