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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Where Do Memories Go
Have you ever wondered once a memory is made if anyone really knows where that memory ends up…where that memory goes? Does it flow into our brain? Is that where memories start? If so, then how is it that some memories find their way into our heart? The other morning I was walking…the orange blossoms in full bloom when I was reminded of my Grandma…they smelled like her perfume. Soon a memory of her popped up…then another memory would stir and before I knew it there I was…awash…in memories of her. It was as if the scent of orange blossoms opened a faucet a spigot…or a spout and I had to smile as memories of Grandma came quickly flowing out. I stood there for a while as memory after memory came to me picking them out of the air…like oranges off a tree. Memories of her stayed with me a while as I went about my day some lingered longer than others before eventually fading away. And this led me to wonder as the memories of Grandma faded as the last one lost it’s glow where did those memories come from…and where did those memories go? Are memories patiently waiting…always nearby…hanging around eager to be called up by a random smell…a sight…a sound? And then I thought…I don’t need to know… it’s really none of my concern… where they come from… or where they go… as long as they return.
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