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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Trappings
Trappings. Flitting in, and out, of malls, Scouring the aisles, for more, always for more, walking, undead, through glittering halls. Seeking out, Luscious fabrics, softest silk, satin velvet, crushed denim, faux-fur, trinkets and biscuits, sleek gadgets, that perfect shoe, a must-have accessory, cars, curtains, silver-ware, gold time-pieces, that stunning set of pearls, as empty desire, gleefully unfurls. Piling onto, heaving trolleys, food, and, more food, and yet more food, to lighten the spirit, to elevate the mood, as countless starve, a prime pot-roast, of dead flesh, we must carve. Yet, emptiness prevails, as quaint notions, of professed humility, silently creep, scurrying, out the back, while unquenchable need, mutates, grows, pines, it's insatiable hunger, no longer able to feed. The saga continues, smiling faces, lobotomised, in the intoxicated haze, with eyes shimmering, through a toxic, consumption-fueled, trance-like glaze. Trapped, within the trappings, of excess, the undead, waltz on, oblivious, to the torn consciences, that have, been so neatly, so brutally, shred.
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