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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News-ing Not Musing Writing my heart out, every morning of every day. I am looking for positive things to say, in a very negative world. Prayers help. Family comes and goes. Friends too... lost to sickness, and the times. Why has the weather turned? Why have the fields burned? No one really knows that cares, While the rest... they are sure of their agenda. The outcome, just exactly as it was meant to be, from the beginning of time. Interesting, they say. No. It is not. It is a train wreck. It is a car crash. It is a large boat, sinking now, not off the coast, but in the harbor... so all can see. They are selling tickets, to you, and to me. There are strangers coming, more every day. They are here now, from all around. They don't follow the laws, as there were none where they came from. Instead they came here... because we had everything they wanted, but never wanted to work to get it, so they just take ours. We watch, we give. All fronts of our lives are under attack. The changing of our children to molded bones gnawed away, from their very homes. they were born in... Minions, like lions, "Evil" gleans the last of the meat, from the carcasses. The dead walk still, and hold up signs with rights to kill... more. My ink is still in the pen. My heart is heavy. The page is empty of beauty. I must try harder. I will pray... again.
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