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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S--T Happens
S--t Happens! Does sharing s--t with others make one's poems poetry: Blank verse or rhyme with meter win if metaphors disguise The fact that truth is absent: is there love in bigotry, A plethora of nuance monkey typists might devise? Do we owe praise to Coptic Priests whose work is all but free, Whose muses obfuscate obscure: confusion proves their worth? By God! They posture too, or so some say! It's their celebrity, Like crosswords, with the clues in Martian language (not of Earth.) Though I've made A's at Stanford with my poem's in 'Free Verse, ' Enamored, I love meter, rhyme, for both can proffer pause, New words that float more gentle dreams, in stillness more diverse Than rush, my muse so often spills, unbound by human laws. For me, a poem's poultice is my prayer to the night Whose fingers somehow chill the soul. It's worse when I've no voice. A poem's wolf's call echos back when hills are out of sight, If I'm alone I moon the sky, sweet rhymes, my music's choice! Brian Johnston 3rd of April 2019
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