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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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I began to tell of the two pens (my couplet) I always carry tucked away in my shirt pocket, and of my humble closet which contains nary a pocketless shirt. My thoughts drifted to what by.. and how I am inspired, when my love and I began speaking of a subject very dear to me. When we finished .... in what I believe to be an infused prayer,...perhaps inspiration to some,... I saw what seemed to be liquid glass like droplets ..falling slowly from above .. as a slow motion shower into an atmosphere of what may have been, space and time. I saw no earth or sky. These liquid glass droplets were falling without disruption through a pellucid barely recognizable outline of a figure that I perceived to be a poet. Somewhere from within I asked why the poet could not be lined somehow with a shell to capture these apparently valuable liquid glass treasures. They were so clear that the atmosphere through which they were falling, appeared as a gloom gray. I understood that these treasures cannot be contained or retained. They must fall through the poet who must also be like these liquid luculent treasures in order that these particular gifts may come through the poet ..continuing to transform same and all others who allow these treasures to permeate them. There is no clearer description within me to give. ... And then... I was no longer free and came back into the pain, discomfort and seemingly bloated entity within this shell.. that I call me.

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I began to tell of the two pens (my couplet) I always carry tucked away in my shirt pocket, and of my humble closet which contains nary a pocketless shirt. My thoughts drifted to what by.. and how I am inspired, when my love and I began speaking of a subject very dear to me. When we finished .... in what I believe to be an infused prayer,...perhaps inspiration to some,... I saw what seemed to be liquid glass like droplets ..falling slowly from above .. as a slow motion shower into an atmosphere of what may have been, space and time. I saw no earth or sky. These liquid glass droplets were falling without disruption through a pellucid barely recognizable outline of a figure that I perceived to be a poet. Somewhere from within I asked why the poet could not be lined somehow with a shell to capture these apparently valuable liquid glass treasures. They were so clear that the atmosphere through which they were falling, appeared as a gloom gray. I understood that these treasures cannot be contained or retained. They must fall through the poet who must also be like these liquid luculent treasures in order that these particular gifts may come through the poet ..continuing to transform same and all others who allow these treasures to permeate them. There is no clearer description within me to give. ... And then... I was no longer free and came back into the pain, discomfort and seemingly bloated entity within this shell.. that I call me.