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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Writing Poetry
So it's poetry you want to write, how can this be, for you are nothing but a construction worker, are you ready to give up your life, face the anxiety that will shine through your tears, never to relax in subtle idleness. Give up your harmonious life. Dispute not what fertile words are waiting to become an infinite oasis in a sea of amber, restfulness naught amiss lulled never more. The grandeur of senses swooned by the lack of your own spirit to scum the torment that befolds it, majestic naught be in remorse that will dwell upon thy very soul. In dubious ways your memories to be swept away like forest scents drifting on the limpid currents; shrouded, muffled, tortured never to be reborn, solidarity in your right torn apart by oblivions avenging treachery. Demoralizing days to come, nourishment shrouded by the harmonious burden to not stop and pay homage to your morbid soul. Sweet fervors drifting thru thy window beckoning your call to be out, to be reborn again upon life itself, but gilded in your lofty room powerless by the seductress need not to stop. Your nature enthralled upon your body fair whence restfulness abounds you, sleep deprived, emotion naught, languor taken over.
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