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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Cacoethes
Writing is compulsion and yearning within, for me a longing that I cannot ignore; and in my nightly dreams words weave and begin, I start to write and enter a magic door. Driven by deep thirst and hunger I will write, hours and hours slip away till I have it right; mountains of discarded papers pile on rug, as words embrace me in a poetic hug. Penning words is my passion and obsession, there is a joy to etch my words on paper; to not write would mean for me sad depression, ideas must be penned or become vapor. I have an infatuation for the dark, a cemetery will always make words spark; have an intensity for poets of old, their poetry has great wisdom to enfold. In nature my hair is a streaming river, as I watch clouds sailing across the blue sky; the beauty of nature makes my pen quiver, a flowing stream and birds singing makes me sigh. And sitting still in natures decay are threads, and where my poetic pen quietly treads; like a child in prayer I find the right word, then, the cacoethes soars like a wild bird
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