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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I. A young boy in a desert trailer, wishes inspiration will fall in him, pitter, patter, like raindrops, transforming into keytaps, on the ancient yellow-screened word processor that was his father's pride and joy. The letters are angular, ancient, precise. like gemstones that are opaque, on the dumb surfaces of which are carved crude words from dead languages. Miles of moving wind cover the land where the trailer sits, with the boy inside. The human drama is tiny. Paper turns yellow quickly. People hope for something better. The boy who once dreamed of gold, will be overcome by mathematics and despair, and a homesickness he doesn't understand. But first: II. It is autumn, and the leaves of gold, fall whirling from the lonely trees. No frost yet on the windows, just a shiver in the breeze. Now summer's blanket, thin and bare hangs shredded in the sky where winter, careless, loveless, fair, runs endless, bright, and dark, and high. But I forget where I am, and then when winter comes the river floods, the dark eyed deer disappear, and leave the leaves, the rain, the ash, the blood. I would like to call the World's Wind from Heaven's vault, as we did when young, but I fear no leaf will move, no tree will turn when all my breath is gone. III. The boy's feet grow tough from miles of road, his ears attuned to the mumbling of the world, he disappears. But sometimes a man wakes up and finds himself looking for something he doesn't know what.
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