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 Where in the world am I…? Yes, that’s right, where in the world am I…? Do big mountains always roar, is it true I have the capacity to fly? Possible, I can manifest like the birds, up into the sky…? Oh’ Lord where in the world am I? I stare off into wonder, afflictions by tribute; left or, right, I ponder. A steady breeze of divergence yes, that’s right like; an existing connection. Disorderedly longing in transgressions; indecisive with a broken heart of confessions. Where in the world am I soft touches, amazed by Grace and sweet words, a constant overbearing haul a yearning like, a powerful thirst for success is at my call. Where in the world am I open sunsets and starry nights, an evangelist as my rocket ship taking me to new heights. That’s right like; the sudden movement between the lowest and highest points of a person standing upright. Down low and up high that who can tell me I don’t have what it takes to fly, through green wonders and waterfalls, my destiny substantially calls. Through the rivers and valleys where in the world am I…? Restless, to adrift that’s right like; floating but not anchored or moored. Being pulled from the left and the right, keeping track of what this one or, that one said putting it together I’ve already fled. Ericka miller™
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