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 the photo graphic, 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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Without malice nor forth-thought, no wide dee what aye will write and thus would gladly take suggestions, hence coon sitter this manifesting poetic effort an in vite unusual, yes, boot oft times mental blitzkrieg brainstorm relapses (pondering) the same trite, hence on a whim aye pulled out all the stops in an effort to zero in on an in site full topic in situ, which need not be politically wrong or right and trying to tow the line (to avoid upsetting some person, faction, ethnicity...quite impossible, and...oh gnome hatter that any individual could share unpleasant worldly news, (aye avoid gloom of neigh sayers), and much prefer to weigh in on the contemplation of a personal plight, which sudden on rush of ideas (akin to an emotional tsunami) usually occurring at night, whereby an indomitable surges of overwhelming might flashes thru my consciousness light ting up thine entire cerebral circuitboard, whereupon this white knight feels mounted up a wild steed with fiery eyes that seem to ignite reining up on hind quarters to an exceptional height and now reached a writer impasse, I abhor, where flow of bubbling ideas find me marooned as if stranded on a sand bar came to screeching stop, thence desperation analogous caught in a traffic, and ready to jump out the car or perhaps feeling a day late, and dollar short aghast that glib flow, an exception that showed me as a false prophet with no exemplar of English language with prospects landing deal as best selling author far remote then getting struck by lightening twice starkly aware ma fingers could not even play a one string guitar.
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