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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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A Poet’s Syntax on Trial
"A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." (W. H. Auden) They sit in their glass-paneled chambers, these judges, tuning their ears to the hum of silicon— eyebrows raised at every metaphor too deft, too dressed, too drenched in sense. Who wrote this? they ask, tapping screens that blink like oracles but lie like mirrors. It is not enough now to love language. To kneel at her altar of nuance and nudge, to spend your years courting the comma or polishing an ellipsis like a saint’s bone. Critics will ask for proof of fingerprints, demand your syntax be sworn in blood or misspelled, at least, with mortal joy. Once, we wrote for the ear of the gods, now we write under the eye of machines— unblinking, unforgiving, measuring iambs with a ruler of code. So, what’s a poet to do but keep singing anyway? To light a match knowing the algorithm may call it arson? The reader may flinch, the checker cry "fraud," but somewhere, perhaps, in a heart not made of glass or gears, the flame might still be warm enough to burn A.I. and to prove you were here.
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