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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Phobia Once in Paris, I was going to a venue reading poetry, the hotelier told me to take the subway as it was easy. After being a fender for busy people I found my train and suffocated. First stop, I ran off and found myself at a strange part of the city, sweating and shaking like d drunk who had been on a bender for a fortnight. Phobia! I didn´t even know I had one, my pipe dream of being a u-boat captain had sunk in a hole of terror. My instinct, when lost in a strange place, is to find the nearest tavern/bars, there are many taverns in Paris it was easy to find one. I had Pernod, not that I like this drink, but after all I was in France; to blend in I wore a black beret given to me by a relative of my wife who runs a hat factory in Lyon, and I had had garlic bread for breakfast. But was unable to lift the glass, my left hand wouldn´t let me, the right hand blankly refused and pretended to be lame. Finally hiding, behind the Guardian- an English newspaper for people who see themselves as liberal socialists-. I gulped down the horrid drink. It did wonders. So I ordered a whisky, I was a hero, nothing could scare me as I walked bravely out into busy streets full of people who looked at me as if they had not seen a beret before, and looked for a taxi.
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