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 Was Loved
In the 40's I was black, not even shiny. And so were my mother, father, and cousins. In the 60's I came out in all kinds of pastels. Soft pink, sky blue, sea foam green, I was a new shape too; streamlined. Some called me names and laughed. I did not mind because everyone fought over me. The second they heard my ring they'd be shouting and running toward me. I had spittle on me most of the time, it made me feel loved. My great great great great grandchildren are not as lucky as I. I heard so many voices - high ones, low ones, happy ones, sad ones. My grands only hear one voice; just one. Their tails have been eliminated. They are not prominently displayed. They don't have the pride we did. Sure some have fancy covers, but They are not part of the family. My great great great great grandson is sometimes worn in a pocket all day long, never taken out. My great great great great granddaughter gets plunked into a woman's bra on a daily basis. In a bra! And they only hear one voice. They are not part of a family. No one fights over them. No one yells, "I'll get it!" I'll get it used to surge through me like warm butter. It was a love call. None of them have curves or dials they are proud of. My great great great great niece was stolen. You heard me right. Stolen! Her brain was removed, curtains for her. No one could have stolen me. The whole family would have fought them. Even if they hadn't, I was hooked in. I was loved.
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