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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Our Times
Adding and subtracting time from the labor of days Over and over the pouring of sweat on numbers While on the refrigerator door the paper mound raise Of bills unpaid, and the polite voice that customers Know unmistakeably as the cut off point of water And of light: this is the season when men despair At the pounding cold concrete pavement with fear Of callous mornings cold as a heart. So long after The promises and no Jordan yet, the hands grow Soft from inacitivity, in the void of the eyes we know We cannot look each other straight, we cannot speak But somehow hope makes each day begins the week. What shall I tell you for all your faith in tomorrow O yes the sun shall be there, but shall dead leaves And dry grass, and new things to make us sorrow More. Each heart now its own lying web so weaves Since drowning do not think how safe what they hold They die threshing still, and shall I call that bold?
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