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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Homeless Oh, please, drop something in my cup, a bill or batch of change, to see me smile when I look fear with hope exchange. A homeless man surely I am, my fate did bad by me; I am not here to cheat or scam, I have no family. On me, this tattered coat, my home, will hug me to the end; cast out by fate and all alone...this cup, my only friend. Oh, please, just one coin in my cup, or maybe two or more, in trembling hands that I hold up, my begging eyes implore. You'll never know the intense pain of having hunger gnaw or have to sleep out in the rain or barnyard on the straw. To be looked at with such disgust by some who pass me by, and know there's no one I can trust beneath this lonely sky. Oh, please, drop something in my cup; assure my heart will beat; to see my eyes, with hope, tear up...perhaps today I eat. In past, my life was full of dreams, but path I could not find; no one to guide me so it future I was blind. And so I live my days and deal with each one as it comes, to walk the streets, to find a meal until my life succumbs. Sandra M. Haight ~3rd Place~ Contest: Screwed XV Sponsor: Rob Carmack Judged: 12/22/2016 Form: Iambic Heptameter - 14 syllables, 7 feet per line plus internal rhyme ~NA~ Premiere Contest: Being Homeless Sponsor: The Seeker Judged: 10/26/2016
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