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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Identity
Right foot snaps in place ushering a new perspective, tremor within the ankle. This electric energy drives up the knee, the unknown. Piercing eyes has no finish, whispers in the trees. "Who have they sent after?" "Do you see the flow?" "Be quiet!" The left cracks, pressure placed on the blinds, "I hear the bells!", "Gather up the women and children!" ...can that be said anymore? The gut echoes. "Take the most vulnerable to the back" No harm will be caused, you can cut the tension with a knife, mans sweaty palms. "Where is the trust out there in the dark?" One hopes it's within this scene when comrades pace up and down splinters and torn, ashes in the grooves of one's soles. "It's time" ....it is most definitely time! 47 seconds in fact, shouting "Can one see?!" Left hand open right fist clenched drop of red smeared on wood. The inevitable knock at the door, hate twofold, I have no identity.
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