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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My pen writes for hours until all the flimsy thoughts form sentences, clauses, paragraphs measuring passages of time submitted to journals, magazines, chronicles, and gazettes. My eyes pause and study the organized vocabulary strands like DNA with the same four unique proteins strung in different patterns creating meaning to the alphabet of choice. My fingers are quick to send to an entrusted friend for meaningful edits within minutes they spin, collect and whirl the patterns capitulating to the canned and unoriginal “super intelligence” systems My nostrils flare at the aroma of AI vomit of words instructing with endless, organized and neatly formatted pages of ghostwriting edits and futile forests of feedback from a slipshod and perfunctory ally. My lips start to summon the sages of intellect, wisdom, writing, and poetry they meet me with a treatise on a revelation that I have become the “AI slop” and all voices are muted on the world train running rogue toward annhiliation My TV Clicks once and the news lava belches living fire into a frigid sea water room benumbed to the genocides, violence, wars, disasters, and lack of humanity activists, protesters splash limited words across posters to defy societal anathema In a world of giants that traffic the consciousness of human minds across algorithms Maybe, my son has it right, after all... the ZERO is the only worthy space left and the hero doesn’t exist
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