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 Ink Has Dried
Pitifully, it seems my volcano has erupted—Somerset Mougham Awaiting ink and feather to perform, my volcano has erupted Gloomy den, I listen to crackling fire, nothing of worth to pen Suffer to produce work that last forever, an unwritten rule inducted Cupped in hand, a cobalt bottle, I rub it, and call on its Jinn Last resort, I sort out the day’s events, journals I’ve constructed Graced ideas and creativity dead-ended, no nativity, a blank page The ink has dried, writings seen under scrutiny, in a fishbowl Sorcery a bitter end, acquire a student, mentor, what I now wage Appetite gone, blithe verses, Chicken Soup For The Soul; soulful Poetry to please; plush oriental magnolia’s, birds of paradise, sage Speechless, lost in words of little sense, strained thoughts, struck dumb Poet's bemoaning what's penned in a year, should've taken a week Muses ebbed, Coleridge, Dickenson, to writer’s block they'd succumb Inspiration depleted, curtains drawn shut, I may never again peak Gloomy den, a chilling season, I listen to the wind, comfortably numb
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