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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One Word… >>>IS>>> Poetry…is… Wears the words of smiles and tears, And speaks of stumbling through graveyards And up the aisles to ancient altars; Falling off of sidewalks and through the cracks of life Then rising up to stargaze from thin lines; Tripping over can’t and could have, Butting heads with treasured idols; Tracking sticky mud across the new waxed Marble floor of the soul – Scratching graffiti on the walls of the heart Or gently laying kisses on fresh jagged wounds – Carrying baggage filled with Stones of calendar pages; Chanting loudly of sunrise and sunset, Blending crystal snow with newborn leaves; Escaping clutches of midnight marauders Embracing the fairness of rose and mauve; Ignorance ignored screaming, Scrapping tender knees and elbows on pebbled concrete, Painting chaos – weaving breaths – unclogging drains – Knitting together quietness in blooms of Claire de lune. Poetry…Is… Wears the words of frowns and grins And tells of fat ducklings waddling through spring; Wrapping scars in isolation, Discarding blindness In ancient hearts and newborn souls And all the in between; Cleaning closets stuffed to overflowing With emptiness; Running with ambivalence, Looking into the eyes of the unresolved, Fighting wrinkles or teetering on high heels – Tuxedos rushing by the tattered, Ragged holding hands with Fire dancers balancing upon tight ropes – Drinking fully from a trough Of clearest spirits, giving up thirst, Then wrestling with the fevers Of inspiration through witness eyes, Shouting across the centuries in baritone and soprano, Reaching out and gathering in – juggling balls and overflowing plates. The very marrow and the core, The words of a poet yesterday – “Pretty, hell, poetry is…life.” Robert Penn Warren – June 1986
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