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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Just a load of cliches
I once lived in a notebook but now I live in your head with your dreams. And I scheme. He was warmed to the truth by tea and intoxicatologigated by me I see! I am right round the corner from him.You might say,we are at right angled cross purposes Is there a cross surplus?. As all set out,storms set in,then we all fell out if you see what I dream. I am mean You are as truthful as as a chorus of wrongs in rites of the Church choir Don't leave me in the lurch.I'm a liar. He’s as tense as a mournful frog in a bog in Ireland in wintery discontentll It's all meant As far as the wife can throw,I flew. I shall sue Sue. I was flooded as a whole.My emotions welled up and ran all over me like faries’ hands.. Like elastic bands I am honest as the day is wrong. Give me a song He was torn in three by tomcats with balls of steel They will appeal I have lost a whole stone and still no moss will grow on me.It grew on the stone! Now I feel so alone As Gluck would have it, music is heavenly singing by invisible choirs of cats. He was bats I sought him here,I sought him there.I sought him with angelic flair. But noone catches Tony Blair. I am as snug as a lapdog in a bog with a brick on its head Can I sleep on your bed? She was as tender as an apple tart is round. and quite sound As the crow flew,I had to fly as well to avoid it escaping me..I leave no crow alone They usually get stoned
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