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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I am a word, a simple scribble - ink arranged on empty page; I'm voiced with passion from a preacher's pulpit, or the actor's stage. I'm sprayed in hate on subway walls or whispered in a lover's ear, I am the poet's knife, his lyric few will sing, and fewer hear. There is a bridge across a bay; a golden gate of south and north, though deep the gulf and far the span, it carries countless travelers forth. And I have been that bridge to some, who span the gorge at any cost between the thought and understanding that might otherwise be lost. Recall a wall inside berlin; a harsh divorce of east and west, patrolled by dogs and steel-hard men and cold barbed wires that never rest. And yet I've seen a similar blockade in every border town; two languages of words distinct that keep each side to mind its own. A frenchman and a spaniard, who perhaps live just across the street; they know each other's faces well though naught is spoken should they meet. I've built my bridges and my walls and yet two things transcend me still: the music of an artist's hands, and love that spreads a heart's good will. written Feb 1985
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