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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Black Prism
Idyllic color photographs of my family, my mother's golden beehive elegantly arranged on her head, I was a kid in the shredded, bleeding 60's, black and white newspaper photos, newsreels of the Vietnam War, too young American soldiers, losing life brothers, then, many, fallen themselves, some dying after the war, thousands of the generation gone, the U.S. flag draped caskets, my tears of a child's respect. What stateside American could celebrate a birthday, ever again, mourning suffocates, sears, tightens my throat, to the Vietnam veteran at the traveling replica of the Vietnam War Memorial Wall, I couldn't speak, I closed down as my words left me, my heart in its crimson center of bereavement became so heavy, I'm so sorry, forgive me, I recall our unfinished conversation, you're always in my thoughts, and all my days and nights are dispersed in a black prism of sorrow, war is a thunderous wanton wretch of a bastard.
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