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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That 9 11 Day
That 9/11 Day I was eager that day, Just as I was Any other day, To start my work, And state the statistics, Discourage clientelle, Validate company antics, Embrace others When I thought would, Make a good share price, Positive returns, No dice, But when I reached The door of my room, A heard the most horrific Boom: No way out, No hope, No exceptions, No dope, No perceptions, No scope, No connections, To help you cope; No person, To assist, With the problem, To list Your objections, To the phenomenon, The horrific phenomenon, Death, war, stench, Which was never, Expected, Predicted,  Asserted, Affronted, Depicted, Contrasted, Batted, Punted, Posited, Spotted, Pounded, Chatted, Painted, Lifted, Forecasted, Calculated, Forwarded, Gaited, Grunted, Projected, Postulated, Supposed, Macerated, Vaginated… Portended, Aggravated, Criminated, Presented, Charted, Founded, Surfeited, Attracted, Prompted, Forwarded, Bayonetted, Fermented, Antedated, Refracted, Stated, Pronated. It never resonated, It just exploded. It was hell, Heat, smoke, dust, ‘Cos somebody was angry… The devil: ISIS.
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