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 Muse Marches Out Lines of Poems
Poems tiptoe into my dreams and fill up all my sleeping space Thoughts of mythical creatures, maybe a wonderful brilliant thing They are swirling and twirling, each in own unique place. Without any thought of my well-being, they banter and they brace. Throwing out a plethora of inane ideas, without any obvious taste or grace. Subliminal faerie clips, float into my lavish fantastical dreams on an angel’s wing. Unaware, I slumber on, my breathing at a quiet, gentle, meditative pace. Knowing not what my early morning poetry will savagely or lovingly bring. Poetry seizes me in my sleep, and holds me hostage even after I am awake. Unaware while I am astral traveling, but morbidly aware when I leap out of bed. Her metaphors and nuances wind around my dendrites, without a quiver or a quake. Unbeknownst to my quieted essence, as I travel around moonlight’s silver lake. Quickly aware, when I begin throwing out ideas and full passages the minute I awake. My imagination is spouting phrases and rhymes that seem curiously well-read. Thoughts slither and sneak around me in teasing ways, like the skin of a sleek snake. My muse marches out lines of poems, knowing my therapeutic need to be so fed. Written 2-21-2019 Contest: Poetry and Me Sponsor: Silent One
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