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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Waking in a Small Space
I hit the snooze alarm three times get up and go into my office space where a cat sits on my chair. The room is silent but a song I sang last night seeks a second life. The walls angle down like the loft I had as a child where a collage of Beatle photos hung the place where music played. This morning my legs ache and my ears ring. The sun peers through the window and falls on the floor in front of me. Lines of an unwritten poem linger in my head, bigger than life and a new day lies ahead of me. I’m left with unfinished conversations as I sit down at my laptop and write. The cat rushes downstairs where footsteps echo through the kitchen. It cries out and whines to a housemate and the back door slams shut. The room is silent but a song I sang last night seeks a second life. I’ll cook and wash dishes but I feel something greater waits beyond the door. I can’t explain. Yesterday I gazed at an image of a cluster of Novas and stars. A gate to the universe, it was called. The world opens for me as I hop into my car and drive toward the sun. A gust of fresh air into the driver’s window whispers as a world unfolds. The room was silent but a song I sang last night seeks a second life.
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