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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Blossom
Over the moon? Below the stars! Betwixt a waking dream and benumbing reality ... A baby-faced blossom tries to summon up its courage before faring on a quixotic quest to face the raging current that all the while is threatening to engulf it if it does not swallow its pride. But once again, it falls short of breath and succumbs to the roars of the intimidating tide. It dilly-dallies: rarely in a carefree manner … mostly in restrained desire ... Subjugated? Nay! For it hankers after freedom and yearns for defiance. Subdued? Aye! And how on earth can it aspire to sham feats of resistance when it is evermore compelled to don unbefitting attire? Oh, the poor naïve blossom! What a shame it is to be an entity of irreconcilable paradoxes! How come it hearkens to the harp of silence singing the tunes of (re)birth while listening silently to the deadening melody of the obscure choir? Does it behove it to pop its head through the few exit doors left ajar when it does not dare to lift the latch and follow the light? Yet, on an afterthought: why be so harsh on so fragile a creature that is attuned to the ebb and flow of nonsensical waves? A tamed cry is still a cry: a call for help, a call for life!
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