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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Like It’s My Last
Alarm loud enough to wake the dead. Need to wake to join the living again Sluggishly climbing out of my bed to embrace the tasks of today Feet hitting the cold floor, the chill forcing me to be attentive. Shuffling across the cold floor to the kitchen, my morning coffee calling to me just like a siren's song. Yawning, I blink the sleep away for another day. Watching the machine Coffee slowly brews with a steady, drip…drip…drip. Patiently waiting, I get my favorite mug Sugar and cream awaiting the boiling hot coffee, just enough cream to turn black to an autumn caramel. I pour the steaming coffee into my mug and relish in the smell of the bold fresh coffee with its hint of nuttiness. First thing in the morning, it’s like water after a walk in the desert. Closing my eyes, I take it in; Steam tumbling off, I lift the mug to my lips. With a slight blow, I take the first sip. The sip tastes like perfection, almost making a moan slip past my lips. Sitting in silence, I drain every last drop of my coffee as if it will be my last. But who’s to say this should be my last.
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