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 the photo graphic, 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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on change
on change in that quiet place, faint amongst the soft chatter, the drizzle of little things hanging, or the operations of daily dispute; i’ve dipped down into the trough of self, indulged in uninterrupted reverie, as hallucinogen and spirit slow dance, or time passes like a slow leak; i’ve abandoned the electricity, left behind the branching outward, ensconced in this cavern of synaptic response, content to piercing pesky clouds within; my musings achingly reveal themselves as scattered points hosting a multitude of thoughts, a vertiginous escape to the edges of my being, its willing and meaning inclination. i am left with me, as i would want it to be. alone, for now. i resurface and take note, my gaze blurs away definition, and this lack of scope, it occasions repose; whereas my abandonment of pretext relieves this moment from expectation, and fear is undertaken as a bargain, it is reclassified as fodder, the commons on which i browse these days they afford me, my human perspective; i live in a state as of a hunter, hunting, ferreting out, grubbing round the piled rubble of weathered foundations and hoary ideas; i long now to share in mutual questing, like microbes dividing and multiplying abundantly, a stoloniferous parade of forward movement that creates luring substantive consequences. bask, oh bask under the willowed brook, its waters and it s wine colored hues, swirl, where the senses dine on the leavened dough that has risen to a proof, awaiting the next punch down.
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