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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The Shopping Cart Upon my veritable throne I survey subjects of sundry colors, cans and jars, packets and bags arrayed in reverent order before me. I am appointed, by natural virtue captain of this mighty ship past denizens of the white-tiled, polished sea steered through (a)isles by two sturdy hands. Before me lies, in mangled letters, a royal sanction, listing treasures from far and wide my trained eyes decipher the cryptic codes rendered in smudged ink, and by my direction, mine alone we cruise past other ships, on their missions, seeking loot to plunder off soaring towers like panels painted in the same color. When at last, our voyage concludes, our ship, weary but worthy languidly does sail over to the fine, bespectacled statue behind a glowing screen. Our treasures they measure with that beeping baton, when at last, in the name of the King, we are charged royal customs, each one of us a tributary. And off we go, onto terra firma where I shall become a child again, and my subjects, most ungraciously packed into suffocating little plastic bags. Dated - 29th October 2021
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