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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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Rhyming Simon
I am seriously out of kilter with the poetry glitterati, my poems have lines that sometimes rhyme, so therefore are not arty farty. I discourse on experiences that have happened to me, I know bugger all about Dionysus or Beerbohm Tree. What the hells metre and scansion and strength? Some of the lines that I write are not even the same length. But I have a compunction to write it all down, every adjective, verb, conjunction and noun. And hope in the end it makes sense to me, an echo from my past, like climbing a tree, or jumping a brook, or making a camp, or some half remembered meeting with a scary old tramp. It just pours out from my brain and onto the page, nostalgia or jealousy, humour or rage. I have no control but must bow to the lust of my compulsive master before I am dust and hope what is left makes sense of it all, my reason for being, for answering the call to forget my upbringing and working class rules that taught me that poetry was for wastrels and fools. So judge not my rude scrawling or lack of comprehension or the fact that in my writings nowhere do I mention Greek gods or Roman deities - or my lack of clever prose, I've tried really hard to write like that, God in heaven knows but it always ends up doggerel and I really haven't the time to alter now the way I write, so I'll just have to let it - rhyme.
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