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.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He got a speeding ticket on a lonely road in Montana. It was 3AM. He was alone. All the “support” groups were declared “non-essential” by the AI super computer and sent home to “shelter in Place”. A Satellite reported “thermal” imagery of movement around a fire in the woods of Washington state. A “self-driving” EV drove off a cliff. The “accident” was deemed an “algorithmic anomaly” caused by an “unknown stressor”. A body lay motionless in a city park. A police officer called for an ambulance as he administered “Narcan”. A group of “onlookers” videoed his every move. It was immediately posted everywhere. My “cell phone” is a “RAT”. It is in constant contact with its handlers, reporting my every move. If I leave it home “other” handlers search for me. When found I am admonished and told how “important” it is that I always “take my phone with me”. My GPS hates me! I turn it on and then don’t follow its directions. I facetiously tell people it is just another “woman’s” voice I don’t listen to. I am a “GUY”. I used to be a “MAN” but by definition “they no longer exist anymore”. I like to “figure stuff out”. Y’know, like, before GOOGLE. Y’know, like, sit down and think about it, make a diagram on the box, “improvise”, get it done. The TV tries to tell me what I would like to watch. My computer tries to tell me what I would like to purchase based on a profile they claim they don’t have. My mother stopped feeding me baby peas when I spit them out the second time. Why doesn’t the computer have that “profile” stored in its “algorithm” of asinine profiles? Anyway, I’m off to the Tattoo Parlor to have a “third eye” tattoo placed on my forehead just to screw with the “facial recognition” feature of my allegedly benign “cell” phone. Don’t forget your “phone” and “keep both hands on that freakin’ steering wheel” . Hugs and Kisses They Know Who
Enter Author Name (Not Required)