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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24-7 365 MORE THAN JUST MY EYES YOU GOT ME "OPEN" I'M WONDERING WHAT KEY YOU GOT CAUSE YOU GOT ME ON LOCK HANDS OF TIME ON MY WATCH ROTATE 360 DEGREES LIKE FOUR TIMES BEFORE I RUN OUT OF LINES I'M "OPEN" OBTUSELY WIDE ABANDONED FIELD WHERE HONEY HIPS AND LOVE LANES TRAVEL MILD PLANES WITH NAVEL DIPS AND HONEY MILK HILLS VALLEYS OF NOOKS AND CRANNIES BODY HEAT BLANKET LOSS OF BRA AND PANTIES 7-11 I'M "OPEN" DRUGS, LIQUOR, CHOCOLATE COCAINE IN YA MIND FRAME SAY MY NAME YOU ARE "OPEN" IF I COULD EXPLAIN THE WAY MY HEART HAS LEFT MY TEMPLE MY BODY FRAME AND HAS ATTACHED ITSELF TO ANOTHER BEING YOU WOULD THINK I WAS INSANE IN MY MEMBRANE I CANT FIGURE OUT WHY I CAN'T GET OFF MY HIGH O.D’ED LIKE A FIEND CAN'T CLOSE MY EYES NOR MY LIMBS CAN'T STOP THIS ATTACKING PHASE I MAY BE NOT CLOSE TO YOUR AGE BUT I GOT SOME DYNAMIC WAYS TO KEEP YOU "OPEN" LIKE THE OLD NEW YORK CITY TOKENS THERE IS A SPACE IN MY "BEING" THAT SHOULD BE FILLED I GET CHILLS NEEDING THRILLS IF I TELL YOU AGAIN THAT I'M "OPEN" CLOSE THE DOOR LAY ME DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND BEGIN TO CLOSE ME. NOTHING MORE
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