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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Vanilla Afterthoughts
Strange how everything evolves except love it just comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor- Hate and destruction have evolved We went from clubs, bow and arrow to a fetish for nuclear diseases. If love had evolved missiles would forever sleep in their rattlesnake dens we'd have repurposed howitzers to flower gardens black words would reverse course before having intercourse with hate and death but we're a harsh species an eight eyed tumor on fire -a species on the precipice of mass extinction Many are wants -demands -desires instant gratification at our soft fingertips patience and empathy once callused into the psyche are now an annoyance an open wound on the genitalia of ego a sterile afterthought Strange how everything evolves except love it comes in just one sweet-fleeting flavor Hate has evolved Rape-Beheadings have become blasé bloody brooks and streams and wounded knees poison clouds and plutonium ponds Jesus can't come soon enough.
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