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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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A Poet's Dream
Hippocrene (hip'?-kren‘) is a fountain on Mount Helicon, Greece, sacred to the Muses and regarded as a source of poetic inspiration. Mnemosyne (nemoz'ini) is a titan who is the personification of remembrance. She is the mother of the nine muses: “All nine muses have a science or an art to protect. Cleo protects the stories of heroes, Urania astronomy, Calliope elegies, Melpomene the tragedies, Euterpe flute playing, Erato love poems, Tepsicore choir lyrics, Thalia the comedies and Polyhymnia dance and music.” “The Muses love to sing and dance. They are superior in musical competitions and any one who dares to challenge them will always fall short, just as those who question their importance.” In a dream I drink from fount Hippocrene The daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne Encompass me while I quench. Nine muses Guarding their arts from human abuses. I'm not here to challenge or to question; Nor I seek material possessions. My presence among you in this dreamy State is caused by my love of poetry. And you, Erato, muse of all love poems I'm a sleepy poet asleep at home. It's known by few you sing beautifully. Would all you muses’ sing a song for me? My thirst is quenched from draft of drinking cup. Please! Please sing for me before I wake up.
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