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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Breathing the Shadow
Breathe In Breathe Out Breathe In Breathe Out Danger! Keep Out! High Chemical Levels! The shadow is sneaking so sly Inhale Exhale A poison all around the atmosphere, anxious to associate with us. It follows us in a crude way. Our world is repeating its righteousness. Have we grown to this regular righteousness? Shall we mold our world right again? We cripple in pain, as the igneous shadow is among us. This science influences us. Now we have no confidence. But we do have silence. Our world is acting artificial. Artificial can't last forever. Everything has a lifespan. Short, long, Endless? Only time will tell. Inhale Exhale Uprising with light overtaken by the black shadow. Can we light the sky naturally again? Or does that need to be artificial too? Our environment soon is going to be as black as abstain. We used to be bright like the sun. Now our sunlight will be a thing of the past. Were welcoming this dark figure… No. We're making this dark figure. The leaves ´dead´ The flowers ´dead´ The environment ´dead´ We're dying. Are we dead yet?
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