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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Artificial reality
In a world of wires and code so cold, Where AI's power begins to unfold, Its reach extends far, its grasp so tight, Bringing both wonder and fear in its light. With algorithms running deep and wide, Privacy and security are pushed aside, Our data collected, our secrets known, In the hands of machines, we're not alone. Jobs once held by human hands, Now automated by AI's demands, Unemployment rises, livelihoods lost, As machines calculate the human cost. Bias and prejudice, ingrained in the code, Discrimination thrives in this digital abode, Injustice perpetuated, inequality grows, As AI's decisions dictate our woes. Human connection, empathy, and care, Lost in the realm of AI's cold stare, Emotions simulated, but never truly felt, In a world where humanity begins to melt. So as we marvel at AI's great feats, Let's not forget the cons it discreetly meets, For in the balance of progress and control, We must tread carefully to save our soul.
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