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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Wild Eye Wise
*** Nobody loved like they did those nights splayed like open books, soggy foils at humid peace, at least until the next morning riot. *** I ran to the coffee shop last street down, shouting your name to a third person, wearing your face under the lamplight, flickering over like a newsreel from the next day, with a breaking story. *** It cracks like a stiff spine making it difficult to turn the page, like us ing in the morning roar of crow song threshing in the birches; then running buckets under the ceiling spigots at night all reason disavowed. *** All reason is tuned to divining rods searching for water searching for the cardinal heart beneath the ribs flipping its bird truth at the bathroom mirror, in that quick space between sticking it out, or cutting bait. *** Our cracked spines are chapped palms, pocked open hymnals bleating profanely the dissonance that is in our key, the twelve-tone psalm they hallow, as they learn the liturgy of its respiration: its own dodecaphonic Ode to Joy. *** Two fated deer, supping out tonight amongst the thorny thorns stretch their necks brink-over a steep cove’s edge, and a brittle rocky drop, stretching out for the sweetest berries only; come the long rut way through the woody woods only to stare at themselves square-wise, astonished survivors, wild eye to wild eye wise.
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