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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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How To Write Great Poetry
The house is quiet, the end of day, my wife and kids are far away. In spite of all, and come what might, I seize the chance to sit and write. I take my old and trusty pen, I’ve had it since I don’t know when, a fresh new page is put in place; it’s white and large, with empty space. To help the mind get up and go, to help aesthetic juices flow and help my humble prowess shine, I think I’ll take a glass of wine. So now it’s time to settle down and pen this verse of great renown; majestic words to fill the page, which echo down through time and age. But nothing comes, no lilting verse, no thoughts invade my universe; no inspiration comes to pass. Perhaps I’ll take another glass. Oh dear I seem a bit confused and stumble over words I used. So, quick, before the close of play, I take my pen and write away. Next morning comes, with bloodshot eyes, I strain to read my crafted prize with words well tuned and erudite. But what I see gives quite a fright: I dream of your bodily beaut, I find you so cuddly and cute. It’s oh, such a shame, I can’t play your game. You see, I’m ash pished ash a newt! ~ For Carol's Competition.
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