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 Someday Pc
MY SOMEDAY PC Someday when I’ll lose all my fading imagination I’ll ask my PC to bring from the clipboard a poem for me. It’ll inscribe a sonnet on the splendor of the rising sun in programmed words formatting dreams I failed to see. Someday when I’ll miss the melody of my mute music I’ll ask my PC to play from its music store a sonata for me. It’ll select and play Mozart’s ninth symphony, a classic, my heart will pulsate in the tracked tune of rhapsody. Someday when I’ll feel desolate and forsaken I’ll ask my PC to project on monitor a lively friend. It’ll display an animated smiling face I’ve long forgotten, the hyperlink to the photo archive it’ll instantly send. Someday when I’ll be depressed and a loner I’ll ask my PC to open the inspiring page of history. It’ll decode the encrypted tale of life from an uploaded folder to set me on a browsing journey of self-inventory. Someday when all colors will disappear from my palette I’ll ask my PC to show me a picture of sunset hued sky. It’ll retrieve a Monet from the database searching the internet, I’ll copy and paste on the blank canvas where my mind will lie. Someday when it’ll be time to close window on the world to exit I’ll ask my PC to delete my story it had saved in the binary code, because I’ll never want to virtually exist bound by strings of digit in the electronic memory that nobody would ever download. October 3, 2018
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