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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Want
Want. I want I want I want. I may be a greedy person, yes, but maybe for the right things. I want knowledge. I want facts to pile in my head like stuffed animals on a child's bed. I want to know why blue is associated with calm. I want to understand the butterflies flitting in my stomach. I want to discern the meaning of dreams. I want knowledge. I want to see. I want my eyes to scamper across all the beauty of the Earth like a deer through a woodland. I want to gaze at the Aurora Borealis, the Grand Canyon, the Amazon Rainforest. I want to recognize the look of awe on my sister’s face on her wedding day. I want to lay my eyes on the purples and pinks of a sunrise. I want to see. I want imperfections. I want imperfections to etch stories into my mind like fingers in a block of clay. I want to savor the unorganized pattern of the palm of my hand. I want the frail and yellowed pages of my favorite novels. I want to hear the squeak and snort of my mother's laugh. I want imperfection. I want to create. I want my art hung in museums like an A+ paper on a fridge. I want to waste my days swirling blues and greens. I want to form the spark of hope in a lost girl's mind. I want assemble a string of powerful words. I want to create. I want love. I want my heart to burn with white flames for that special person. I want to sleep at night knowing I’m cared for. I want to share easy smiles and pancakes on Sunday mornings. I want tangled limbs and happy sighs. I want love. If all this makes me greedy, then so be it. Because I want. I want I want I want.
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