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 we Poets go
Ink of life cannot bleed for eternity, so I place dried petals in between, crucial chapters of my memoirs. When we stop breathing poetry, our crestfallen pen, left in silence - where do we poets go? Is there a special place, where the ink flows forever, like waterfalls of mercy - where thirst quenches through poetic potions. Releasing unspoken words - can you hear the messages? Floating in the tepid breeze, brushing against your face, forming goose pimples.  When our spirits make love to poetry, we radiate like rays of sunshine warming the world. We do not speak poetry, it whispers to us, like spotlights in the sky, soothing scars upon the moon. When we cry poetic tears, we pour like raindrops, refreshing seasonal blossoms. Our muse battles storms, like lilac lilies in the snow. We illuminate like a timeless rainbow, absorbing all spectrum of vibrancy. Glistening after clouds clear, from red to yellow to green. We the word collectors, soul connectors, forever weaving like spiders spinning cobwebs. What becomes of us when our pen's shadow no longer appears. We may never write the perfect poem, but poetry reminds us we are alive - as our words become immortal. Simple Musing Silent One 25 November 2020
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