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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I've got a fist full of Buddha, And a fist full of Rand, A pocket full of Jesus, And the other's filled with sand, That's in case I need to make some glass, As it will proceed my foot in relation to your class, That's a diametric description of an uncommon process, I use it to repel obnoxious thoughts and logic, The political storm seems to be the hot topic, But what I see is dinosaurs in power, Who don't want to get off it, The ball, you dropped it, Gigs up, you lost it, Wings done, let's sauce 'em, Awareness has blossomed, We done playing possum, You're boss, we want him, Bring him down to the bottom, And let's make him aware of our consciousness. Are you really missing this? Yo this is Excentrix, Rich's psyche been known to split in an instant, I represent a hulk like samurai witch, Equipped to solve problems via the switch, Cuz the man inside there is just a little kid, See I tell the truth even when I lie, Puttin' juice in busted axioms like Pie in the Sky, "Yo dude, you know that's an idiom?" Suck it, you're an idiot, Guards, get rid of him! I'm a linguistic mystic, Suffering from a transpiritual sickness, Where I'll always be a kid, And live through my own deliverance. Witness as I stab my own body of Christ, Feels so nice to bleed emotion into the night, With Excentrix as my weapon of my own conception, I can justify intervention into the seas of deception, Cleverly apply art to the lesson, Of respecting yourself and recognizing transgression, I don't need a stinking studio session, Just flex my pen and in the end I'm winning, My mental digestion invents a feeling, That feeling going to climb me to the top of nimbus, Behind us is a portal to another dimension, Forgot to mention I'm the medium for the transmission, I must be the exception because I'm good at listening. I flip furniture when pressured, Then turn a lecture, Into a story told next to a lectern, No disrespect sir, But I'm disturbed by your indiscretion, So curb your enthusiasm, Before I burn this whole place down with plasma, I got the EMP flow I brought back from the Matrix, Excentrix is MVP for knowing when to go back to the basics, Take it from me, The artistic process is worth taking a stab at, Just to prove that we're all humans, And American Celebrity is mostly a magic act.
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