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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All To Be Reminded
“Do me well, Do me no harm. Do me well, Treat me like no stranger. Do me good, Don't make me sad. Do me well, Forget me not.” I painted worth gold to be stolen, I gather the thieves to my mind. Desperate enough just to be reminded, For what I have found I cannot find. It was an orange marmalade, A tea for a throat, to impress. Yet, it was also a bitter gourd, My aching head when distressed. Colors find it apealing to stick onto, Music does the same too. It was when my feet was walking with another pair, It was a treasure chest I somehow placed down somewhere. Oh, but I am excited to see it again, I need no longer thieves for my sake. I need locksmiths to see a painful friend, One who breaks my heart when it spake. Oh, how painful it is to feel once again, The prickly fruits I ate, and the tears I drained. It was my treasure, my ‘was’, ‘is’, and my ‘were’, A golden poison no one knew it could be shared. All for a nugget of gold, I once again suffered. All for pain I wish not forget. For I feared that if not felt, then not remembered, And so, for it, I was again am wouded and bled. Just for a coin of a happy face, Just for a key to a solemn place. Just for shoes that once ran in chase, Just for a lovelorn warm embrace.
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