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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What Colour? What colour are the oceans? On warm summer days the oceans are crystalline blue, with bright streaks Of ivory flouting on the crest of each wave just before it crashes down Into total oblivion! And what colour are the mountains that enkindle a dying sun? The mountains are bright red, like a burning ember in the flame Of fire off our multimillion mile star, as it slowly dips to rest Till the morning! Oh what colour is a new born child? A child holds the beauty of youth in colours that span the years of its parents Age, until the greying colour of passing seasons takes away the child in us all. And what colour is the moon above us? In late fall the moon flickers in shades like lucent charcoal as it slowly cools, Then turns to black! What colour are our hopes, what colour are our dreams? Nevermore are our hopes mixed in the colour of our dreams, for in wake our Soul equates the mind for a second then is gone. And what colour stands for the worth of our lives? The motionless quiet waits silent, bound between colors more radiant than our past But still more mysterious than our future By M. Norton The motionless quiet waits silent, bound between colours more radiant then our past But still more mysterious then our future By M. Norton
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