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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My Muse Is Laughing At Me
I am looking at Poetry Soup’s contests, but nothing seems “hot”. Thought something would pop up in my imagination, but it does not. Began reading other people’s poems, hoping to stir the brain pot. Made some comments on many, confused by others, there are a lot. This website has changed my life, has helped me not feel stale, or begin to rot, Yet, here, I sit, staring at a screen, wondering how I used to write well and a lot Because there are no words coming, no matter how hard I try to trot. I may have to give it a rest, and begin making poetry an afterthought. I usually do better when I relax, and make a list of favorite words to jot. Forcing myself to write is ridiculous, as it shuts my idea cells to naught. I had an idea yesterday, but did not write it down in time, so quickly forgot. My muse is napping in a comfy hammock, a virtual leave-me-alone-cot, And she’s not willing to help, until I grab an idea that is aptly caught. I think I will sit in the sun, and calm myself down, just relax in thought. It is the meditative times that the poems come unheeded, fast, and a lot.
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