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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Contests and Alphabet Turds
I have given contests my very best only to bruise my ego with unrest and sometimes hurt within my chest. I confess to times of being obsessed with stinking poetry contest-distress. Feelings from result-upsets are not chronic, no, they are more geared towards chaotic. Whenever my imagination goes myopic, I become a seeker of contest topics to fast provide fed to my eager muse, ergo, I have sustained the pain of abuse. Sad chagrin remains aflame till my joy claims and strains my reins to make me pen poems again. I win only the odd inning to earn minimal grinning. Contests involve allegiances, politics, grievances, perspectives, objectives and other human messes. They are entered by a sphere of genuine peers who, like me, have need to feel they belong here. Whether my entries are revered and cheered, or seemingly smeared and painfully speared, I would spill no ink if contest stink disappeared. For me, smelly contests heed the strong need of my self-centered muse who controls my lead. Perhaps these words are just stinky alphabet turds that I merged for a contest my muse used to feed. ... CayCay Jennings August 10, 2018
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