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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Dark Times
Dark Times Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. Bleak times, diseased remembrances. Why? You know. You know because deep inside… You have hid under a blanket as a kid, and walked quietly down the hall, later on. Tried not to be seen, for fear of… Goose bumps, pricks, prickles, and… terror that you can feel. Crawling, gnawing, biting, sawing, hacking, Just words any other time…not now. Be quiet, close your eyes. Try not to remember… All things that make you afraid! Rats, cats, bats, hats of different sizes… Capes, plates and the fates… are not on your side. Beware, don’t dare, to be scared. Spiders, black and brown, (wreck-loose) Recluse and Widow. What was in the drink? What is floating, there now (on top)? Is that supposed to be there? Does that look cooked? Rest in peace, or in pieces. Do not drink and drive. Bring your spike, your hammer and your cross. Stand, your ground, don’t make a sound… let all beware, but do not stare. “This is just a holiday…why pray?” Some say. (echoes at the edges of the black, nearly unseen, obviously unheard)
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