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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“Paste” by Positive Mark At times, I find it difficult to call myself a poet. Can such a grandiose tag be placed on a recluse? It’s one thing to possess a passion for words, quite another to put them to use. Political climates produce frigid spells, intended to get on your case. Busted relationship matters that swell into masks that I wear on my face. The pieces of man and his harsh incantations The heartbreak of vixens revealed at this station The murder of music The horn blasts of sports The sight of my girl’s daughter prancing in shorts The use of two eyes, while ignoring the third The smoking and toking of each broken word The hairdo The smile The swagger The butt My slip on the grip left a kid in her gut The Black on Black crime The innocents shot The infrared beam never placed in one spot The wording The phrasing The stories we tell The eloquent way to tell you “Go to Hell!” The grease on my lips The holes in my shoes The deep crystal stare, tryna find Langston Hughes The coffee The creamer The over used pot The anguish of wanting to be what I’m not The piping hot liquor that burns in my chest The rhyme at the Devil’s behest I’ve discarded pieces of my broken soul with the chaff on my living room floor. The poetry virus just cannot be killed, so the hurt ones can even the score. Peace.
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