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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Palloon?
Someone once told me that poetry is a balloon make of that what you will yes I will, baby yes I shall the world is not an oyster, and certainly not mine it’s a balloon, you see it makes a funny noise when it pops something loud, something sudden something you would laugh at, if you weren’t a part of the ecosystem you’d get it if you saw something pretty enough to be blinding a solar eclipse, a nuclear explosion your own face in the mirror unlikely enough to be the enemy dying of course, it depends on the side you were on it’s human to have a nature like this I don’t blame you for the afterthought, I blame you for everything else. Good morning, hello everyone my name is so and so, and when I grow up, I want to be something I don’t know a thing about yet, but this is why I cried on my way out my mother’s body this is something I know perhaps the only thing my name is this and this, dream this and this and- I don’t want to make a funny noise when I pop out it’s a childish fantasy so you must entertain it at my age I read stories about good children drifting away into the stratosphere losing helium in gentle soft pillows when we laugh at each other and strike a pin into the rubber of our brothers, I steal their pillows and pump myself higher and higher.
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