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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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 sleep in their rattlesnake dens. Howitzers would become flower gardens. Black words would reverse course. Before having intercourse with hate and death. We're a harsh species, an eight-eyed tumor on fire. A species on the precipice of self-extinction. Many are wants -demands -desires. Instant gratification at our soft fingertips. Patience and empathy once calloused into the psyche. Are now mere inconvenience and annoyance, An open wound on the genitalia of ego A sterile afterthought. Hate has evolved into: The continuous rape of society. Beheadings have become blasé. Bloody brooks, streams, and wounded knees. Poison heavy metal clouds and plutonium ponds. Strange how everything evolves except love. It comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor.
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