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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A Haibun Reply
A haibun reply: I envy you, hope it has been inspirational for you, and reading your last haiku I think it has! My concern, or argument for no title is a traditionalist based ideology, for if a haiku does not paint a paint a picture, or as I said, 'Speak for itself' then it will struggle. My haibun for this day of May, spring nearly done. I am really thinking, 'Done in'! seasons falling foul climate change a threat to spring... insects all confused I sat comfortably observing nature, macro wildlife, far and few between. Today no butterflies, then I reflect, it's mid-morning, the sun still warming, defrosting the cold winter spring night. Mid-day life stirs, a holly blue, a large cabbage white, doomed. Already extinct in my garden the wall brown, not seen for over twenty years. I'm filled with despair, what fruits will summer bare? I sit pondering pollution; why do we humans leave things until it is to late, left until the last moment? Plastic bags killing giants of the oceans, microplastics' probably, slowly killing us. Oh, my apologies I digressed. hot days freezing nights summer winter both in spring... wildlife confounded
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