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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purple bowl in the window
purple bowl in the window he didn’t like city buses spouting black smoke, park benches overtaken by pigeons, or towns with straight, one-way streets. he didn’t care for department stores featuring girls with plastic smiles or big-nosed politicians smoking short, fat cigars. he was raised in the south and chewed words longer than originally intended. he didn’t like lemons or the purple bowl in the window of the hardware store. monday through friday was sufficient and then the weekend came— complete with the quiet of silence. he could hear the void in his heart like a glass of undisturbed water… or the sound of the sun rising in the east. barren and hushed— the purple bowl in the window reminded him of his life— yet he could not hear the melody of the carnival. sometimes he dreamed of squeezing yellow lemons into the purple bowl but that would be fruitless; the bowl was hollow, the lemons bitter…just like tomorrow. @ tolbert
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