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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Your Poetic Birth
Through my years its always been one of my fears to have my poetry fall on deaf ears. I am a fountain you have only to hear me and drink. Taste these words as water and think. While I live to find the right words. What is a poet that can’t be heard? I feel like a man screaming in a sound proof room. Looking for the right words to open the door. Words you have and haven’t heard before. I feel like the Hoover Dam. Dry cement on one side with Ocean title waves on the other. Inspiration invades my dreams like a roller coaster ride of screams. Surviving earth quaking epiphanies. I should be in a hospital attended by nurses. I’m awakened with hole paragraphs and verses. Complete poems ready for print. I’m like a race horse chopping at the bit. My legs are shackled but I still need to sprint. I wanna stand on a rock and scream at the world. Please! Can anybody hear me! Poetry’s ponderous tree has fallen in the forest and shook the earth. Do you remember the day, you spoke your first poetic verse? Was it written in ink on a piece of paper? Spoken out loud on a stage. Expressing a gift for all your worth. I ask you, Do you remember the day, of your poetic birth?
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