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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Cellular Minds Raised From Their Beds
A push-button blood alarm scans the receptivity of softly ticking ears. It is the ever-wakening never snoozing internet jungle calling. Fasting birds as large as velociraptors insist on being called parrots, a raucous conversation hardly heard as it filters through 3-D printed flugelhorns. A cell awakes vibrates within an ear socket demanding its early morning diaper change. Little silver bells are clanging, A sub-audial cacophony of eager voices discharging their erotically-charged salvos Devices cry to be fed. Now subliminal texts tattoo a finger pulsing moment. Thumbs are itching to be mugged, in-plugged, abused in a bath of warmed-over news. The scaly parrots are now too loud to hear, we are near our minds nailed to a printing block and tapping impatiently as reality is swiped this way and that. The racetrack is galloping, white rabbits are being yanked out of top hats so rapidly we can only blink our replies in a hand-held, wide-eyed chameleon sky.
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