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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In a World where I do not Exist
In a world where I do not exist, poetry lies. My progeny disappears - there are no words. Exists not a pair of green eyes, only the wind sighs at that particular point when angels are birds. In a world where I do not exist, air is arms, fleshless, without compassion, unfelt. Steam enfolds those I’d have esteemed with my coat of arms. I’d be nobody at all, not even a forlorn dream. In a world where I do not exist, I do not serve. There is only one me with my speciality. The sick, dying, those crying, get not what they deserve. This time and place features an abnormality. In a world where I do not exist, even my ancestors are forgotten. Who exists to remember their stories? How is their time filled, those honeymoon trimesters? My name, my soul, my spot has naught its glories. Has my husband found another honey or died? In a world where I do not exist, can my soulmate strut? Perhaps and rightly so, he believes that poetry lied. Alone, forgotten, divorced, devoid of he knows not what?
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