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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The Journey
Sight. Sound. Smell. Taste. The trains. The tracks. The rush, the haste. The sweeties and toffees, Newspapers and coffees, Cases and bags, e-cigs and fags, Pasty and tanned, iphone in hand, The people who come and the people who go And the Taxis that wait, as you cannot be late - Spill out men in their ties, College kids in tie-dyes, End of termers returning to their seat of learning, The screeching of brakes and the slamming of doors, From the ‘barely awakes’ and the ‘ready to go’s - The good lucks and goodbyes, fears and tears in the eyes, And the hugs that don’t end and the texts that they’ll send, The lovers, the losers, the shakers and movers, the gap-year beginners and ‘nothing to prove’rs - Step right into the mouth of the train as it stands, hoping this journey syncs with the ticket in hand - To all points of the compass; South, West, East and North, The disparate throng fast shuddering forth, Frozen of face, their personal space. Typical of the human race. Lost in the crowd, all heads bowed. Silent fears, screaming loud ….. Break out the ‘Hello’s - And ban ‘Goodbye’ Journeys end Hovers, Nigh.
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Book: Shattered Sighs