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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"Drop your pants Zoe" "No, am scared" "You will love it, trust me" "Aa aa aa am scared" "Look into my eyes, Zoe" "Okay, be gentle" It's the deafening sound of silence Tickling the ghost of her past She hears a sea laughters Wave after waver, laughter after laughter She hears a council of drums; Drumsticks, the skeletons of her closet She hears the phantom crunch of footsteps Foot after foot, moon walks on the gaunt floor of her psyche Dance after dance, dust after dust Banshees hum lullabies; weredogs sway her cradle Her neck is failing, the weight on her head is pressing Reins are taut and insanity rides the chariots of sanity A salvo of dragonballs roast her neurons; her mind is an apocalypse She grabs her head in disguise and wails off her trance. Her howl strikes a match, scare away the ghost. She looks around, hoping no eye bears witness D etonated E mbarrassed A fflicted T ormented H arassed Her silence, her death, her noise, her breath Her grace, emotive; That's why she's talkative That's why she's hyperactive She laughs to dead jokes and her lungs slave in their cage of ribs Harass not but embrace her.
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