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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Whipped To a Frenzy
Looking good as you speak those words, marching to and fro like a madman whipped to a frenzy by buzzing black birds stalking and haunting the backdrops to your storyline...all the same yet nothing alike, fair game is glory all for the Reich. Must have been there to destroy their souls must already have had lots of holes... Who could have known the horrors we’d see... through untold memories which never are free Filmed to stand through eons of time some reporting now, there was never a crime coming forward for this inhumane deed cracking mirrors is what brings “God Speed” saw her numbers and stared her down... looked at myself, saw only a clown I could never know what she had to say it wasn’t my time, nor part of her play I tried to remember how it used to be my voice was tired and no longer could see I hold you sacred, all you who died more than just enough, the rest of you lied the perils of life running herself falling ears of desperation, turning blinds eye...
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