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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A Poetic Bio
POETIC BIO Alliteration,the starting place, alongside cinquains,apace in time,crystalline lanterne and rhyme.Inspiration drew forth footle,broken monoku for a while short imagist was my style.Sequenced longer poems metamorphose within this crysallis changing into ekphrasis.Open,and free to be, as you see,structured prose poetry.With cadence and pause,others hear my voice, aural phrasis now this poet’s choice. as exampled below What intimacy is its cause,perhaps an immaculate conception of words; too swift to comprehend,see or recognise.The moment is there and then is not.Gone with the wind the seed of idea remains, to germinate and gestate,fanned by a mental fragrance of elation.Slowly self-transcending a word into a phrase, a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme rides a waterfall of cadence, into a chasm of verse. Terse or long, the sonnet becomes a little song, struggles to arrive.Thrust forth upon my page;a bastard-born of pain
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