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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Having toned and centered all will to this: MY DEBUT!. Peeling off the filth, grime and thinly veiled sins of writing: I reach. Exposing a new viral skin, a candied armor: poteat and swirled. Old ways, crumple to the earth like wet dust, pooling dry. And I: emerge as a cataclysmic beam of energy, plugged in, magnetized, inhaleing the vigor, through my mind, until a quazar of light implodes, sending bursts of thought, into the Cartesian coordinates, hanging tidspits, of poetic data here and there. My body quivers, unseen, yet deep to bone. I envision space, with dark pulsating ideologies. Knarling them like twine, I collect the alphabeted fog. To form an adjective, so connected to the attempt, I must open my mind and reach inside with care. To touch that, which is forbidden, and bring out into this world, where it does not belong, so it will grace a page. And then I sigh, Does my heart control effort? I turn and leave, exhausted from, continuing to look at the blank.
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