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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SIT-UPONS
Sit-upons that we wove together. The troop activity. How many spots will remember me? The wicker basket and picnic blanket woven into the amphitheatre. We, my hubby and I, cozied up, listened to Amy Grant. My towel, with the Caribbean islands, sinking in the warm sand, waiting for my salt-sea body to rest. My familiar easy chair, the grandkids are always welcome to share. The pews that retain glory and praise on Sundays and Wednesdays. The split-level stairs, carpeted teal, where I oft sit and watch somersaults and converse with a houseful. There are the horses, that lent their backs, brought me to greater heights - walked me on the Cozumel beach, ‘round Yukon’s emerald lake, and one that wanted to dive off a cliff, “whoa…no!” I took control. On my childhood bed, so close to my sister-cousin. We laughed and shared - now it's only in my memory. The yellow bus, - my hopes and dreams were sown within its polyester seats. So many places where I sat, brimming above or below the surface. So many places we stay and go. We squat, recline, attack.
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