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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Turned Around
Hateful as they may be, to the eye and ear, the elimination of words, statues, ideas, etc., will do nothing toward making a venom free society – to flood with light, explaining, though far more difficult, more laborious (seemingly impossible at times) is the only palatable good. A great, natural builder, artist, builds his (his/hers – God I hate this, Politically Correct) foundation using those odd, irregular stones as well as the seeming, symmetrically perfect – variations, outliers are a blessing, and not a Cosmic Blemish – the fault, if any to be laid, is when using ourselves, needlessly, hurtfully -- making arrow-heads of the pen's of Valentines... Taking free-thought away from children will only do away with individuality, leaving soulless shells instead -- not cleansed human beings, ready for fresh priming; but globs of rancid, detergent filled sponges -- the soppy, dead remains, of what were once, thriving, healthy, alive brains... gone any true worthfulness, and sense of sacred being....
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