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 the photo graphic, 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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My wife is away to the mountains
My wife is away to the mountains, visiting her folks. She left the windows guarded With curtains made out of her shadows. Last night the moon peeped in through the dark embroidery, But failed to seduce me as I was secured in the possessive perfume Of my love exuding from the willful drapes. There are times between midnight and dawn, I dream of an open harbor Swallowing waves of salty ships into her inflamed mouths. But in the morning, when the north wind flutters my wife's curtains, I pity the drowned pirates in their defeats on that adulterous night Of stormy lusts. Then I realize they needed a dedicated poet, to calm the storms, Who can sprinkle sacrificial blood of his circumcised words On cruel crevices of wild seas. Neighbours visit with ritualistic inquiry about my solitude And well being, But their keep-watch concerns reveal through Cleverly concealed blushes, Reminding me of wiles of threatened wives in tales told On the moors. Before dark clouds solicit the sleeping owl, Before an aged crow curses me with yellow teeth, I ought to rush up the mountains to bring her back home Before time Shuts away all the days of my life in superseded calendars. My wife is away to the mountains, visiting her folks.
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