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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Dying Breed
As the metal that shone like lacquered glass Corroded to rust; As the pistons that moved like silvery silk, Fell to halt; As the engines that throbbed like teenage sex, Crumbled to dust; As the petrol that flowed like molten fire Turned to salt. As the wheels that spun like chariot hubs Froze and stilled; As the windows that gleamed like polished ice Spider-web cracked; As the oil that seeped a Midas stream Drained and spilled; As the headlights that shone like replica suns Dimmed and blacked. As the leather that glistened with waxen coats Split and dulled; As the fuses and wires that once were live Burned and blew; As the dynamos that roared and screamed out loud, Hushed and lulled, As exhausts that once blasted fire and smoke Rotted through. As these sculptures of beauty that poised on tyres Slumped and sank; As these icons of heritage wild and proud, Eternally slept; As the last drops of fuel that drove the dreams Bled from each tank; Here the scrap-yards of reason are all that remain, Are all we kept.
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