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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Turn me on animator I have nowhere else to go with these suit-cases Will you play one for us tonight If we promise to forget the plate glass? Will you pick the noise from the silence? The further the wager squanders, My smile leaps across the maritime prospect The mission trips along the ridges of my shoulders My headlights are on, my reflector beam on low Yesterday’s a question I haven’t posed yet Tomorrow’s waiting on the best guess Tonight I am whatever’s left Piece of mind, pick of time This statue won’t let off the reigns of my melancholia Howbeit the masterful spinning plates of laughter lacerate my intention for breath With words that I used to know... Used to call my own Used to be all I'd known Turn me on an animator The chalk fills the lining of the outside Move out, move loud, move clout on the ground Don’t make a sound Christen the forest with your Jig-step into the next house; Rabbit hole off the attic bunk Take a holiday and bring us back some lunch Masks on ladies and gentlemen, We’re walking on hands-free off the surface of the sun
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