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 Poetry Sucks
My poetry sucks I’m so tired of writing My fingers are sore My poetry sucks I’m becoming a bore Sticking a verse In front of your face Oozing with love All over the place Creamsicle colors Metaphors thick Wasting your time Making you sick Finding a title Spending the time Just like this poem Something to rhyme Or it could be free-verse… Drifting on metallic clouds in copper spoons dreaming in patterns of silhouette shadows and my foot falls asleep Maybe a Senryu Read at your own risk Dumb crap being written here Vomit bags needed Perhaps a Haiku Softly floats the bird Atop morning glory skies Damn thing pooped on me Or a Tanka, a Sonnet A Villanelle or an Assterring The last one is nothing I made up the thing So you see I’m no poet Least not anymore For what you are seeing Is what you abhor And I’m not complaining What you believe My pen is on empty I’m ready to leave I’m so tired of writing My fingers are sore My poetry sucks I’m becoming a bore I know what you're thinking this one I could miss Can somebody tell me who is this damn Chris
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