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 wander in the wonderland of words where sounds can rhapsodize an inner flight and seek to sing like skylark midst the birds. To feel a lyric line is ringing right that rose unknowingly from secret source can send my senses soaring with delight. What guides the reasoned rhyme’s creative course? the urging of an enigmatic muse? or might it be a fundamental force? The words may dance or promenade in twos, at times leap forth as in a lightning flash, or shower phrases in prismatic hues… When glimmers come but embers turn to ash, there are no syllables with tongues of flame nor tones that thunder like a cymbals’ clash. Then I despair and falter in my aim of catching rainbows in a verse’s net and cry I should forsake the poet’s game. Still oft before the dying sun has set arises hint of inspiration’s spark albeit faintest flickering, and yet from out of what had seemed a moonless dark is heard the distant music of a lark… ~ Harley White
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