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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Unessential Existence
"Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder" Rumi a concrete heart now resembles feathered textures like a house made from lace words which were once ignored now wound through tormented thorns life is like pages of petals withering in winter and fate a butterfly without a blossom - in an analogy of caterpillar cruelty, predators feast upon cocoons but in an upside world with endless doors and disappearing stairs - there is no where to escape in an orchard of naked trees, a gardener cries without seeds, breathing, but barely existing, like a poetic muse without his ink colourless confetti drifting like moonlight in daylight his soul is a conquered fortress an empty vase with cracks a flame unable to kindle his spirit is an anchored vessel he has composed a song, but he has no orchestra a battered punching bag without a boxer he can recall when rain poured in musical colours when mirrors were pleasant and shadows did not follow time seems to reverse, and all he can see are faces without expression without tender nourishment only cold horizons flourish, so he buries romance into a loveless tomb. Simple Musing
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