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 the photo graphic, 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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Oratory - Power of the Spoken Word
As words escaped constricted passage of time from eons of layered myths, legends of demi-gods thus linked, in glowing rendition, with whisk on hand the Orator with staff, sang the Eel to slumber. As words from parched lips of orchids, flowed dispersing sweet juices germinating dense spheres of time in which history was packed in roots, armed with psalms in measured cadences, the Orator soothed kings and chiefs. As words of our ancestors oiled and pampered by prophesies of aging oracles, songs of lovers and monotonous chants of old men...slithered into hiding while physical wars waged, succinctly the Orator proclaimed the heroic pursuits of warriors. As words, precision in recitation of kinship ties craftily sewn by political machinations of unions vital for survival of race waltzing in purity of blue when blood flowed thru veins of aging rocks as the Orator cemented pacts chanting tribal honorifics. As words, imageries of sky bursting, moon phasing sunsets pertaining to legends of my village heroes, sweet nectars that put rhythm in his art of tongues inspired by fruits from my garden, mine own words the Orator in action, was he infringing my copyright? As words, our heritage orally passed down in poetry, set imageries prohibiting meddling with sources, set quotations where time absolved breaches of patent, plagiarism, for traditions dictated that the word be secured in a cocoon of oratory ferried down the ages by the dynamics of cultural rites and rituals. the Orator, blessed not only as the spiritual Vessel ...but now deemed as the Spoken Word incarnate.
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