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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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Look closely, feel the harmless heat enveloping black-diamond petals in the glistening garden of glossy geraniums. There, sprouts rosemary dreams from an untouched silhouette, eager to be seen beyond her perfumed pigments. Her universe was sprinkled with starry streams of gleaming rays, as she swayed to symphonic serenades filled with hazel dust. They may gawk with greedy glares as wide as the night sky, marking her with lecherous objects that only please shameless eyes. She was never in need of a sixth sense to understand iron glances that travel in nefarious packs, with sugar-burnt hunger washing all over her unblistered flesh, judging her concealer as a manipulative facade, seeking uncalled-for affirmations that she never solicited, misconceiving her thin lines of red-river lipstick. Her summer physique allowed no consent for invasive intrusion, yet carnal cravings become unwelcome toxic trespassers. Their immoral thoughts believe shallow words give them wanderlust wings, while sinister stars in their sky label her a soulless mannequin, objectifying her cinnamon-glazed skin, sun-kissed hair, and pecan-powdered~ caramelized voluptuous flare, with their vehement voracious desires. Swinging penetrative thin blades of opinions from miles, oblivious to the fact that she is the sanguine strength that strolls in silver silence across spiky swards, suppressing the pain her bones have endured with every whiskering whistle they wolfed. There, if the mauve moon and crystalline constellations look closely, they would find versatile mirrors of meaning reflecting the times she parades a smile too comfortable to wear, for they have concluded her bed to be a shrine of blenders and overflowing thickened blades, cursed by the biological sins of Adam's ancestors.
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