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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Late mid-life street woman she is... I grew up with her under mango trees now softly drooping their shoulders much like hers.. but she, still shaped like a Boticelli urn, wrapped in arms diaphanous in flesh and heat, fanned banana leaves swaying to latin notes while cooking fried bamboo shoots, her fragrance buzzing along summer's exotic fly: how she pinched my cheek with her tapered fingers still wrinkled pink in grasses floating on her quivering body.. . somehow, she gave me this epiphany of riding with my own instinct, the slow wave of breaths gently drifting through a young rosiness of my adolescent stems... if i knew how to swirl in the wakening glides of inner flow , it was her circling baked hips winding and bellying in nights and morns of her own natural sashays... How i long to climb her mango tree, her waxing then waning shape still blazing among plucked banana leaves of female revelry or finery… I tell myself, there is no age when her contour sways in places where her eyes dazzle with her near floating, tanning limbs, of how she made me feel unashamed being just who I am without much caution or youthful pride; humbled so by her inherent moon-full grace… © ... .............. Skat's Contest---Any Old Poem #4
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