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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Storm water
Hardness softens under serpents eyes of gold. Concrete becomes her; Crystallising lakes of, Oceans of, Serenity What may we envelop with our softness When our branches cannot reach the sky For fear of an axeman’s careless wielding. I will be hurt. My iron will shatter into feathers, falling as crescent moons in a breeze, Before I chance to dent you with The knife edge of my tongue. You believe in my horizon. My sinking sunbeams throw out shades of golden reds and bloody orange. The belly of the beast; illusion under seas that hath no space nor space constraint. In my drowning sun you see a female devil, Residing in her lair of fire. You see her sleeping, Beneath a stage of watery glass. She is not retiring. She is halving, From the final throws of her fire, That you drank like drops of sugar. How much can you see? A steely serpent drinking from versuvius in drunken sin. When snakes wake from their poisoned mist are they clear enough to see that their volcano- Is a puddle from a broken tap, Warm from the burning reflected in your gaze. I feel myself drip like storm water, Hiding under tarmac from the thunder.
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