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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Daydreaming in Class
You will need a terrific setting. The suck up kids are nodding. Make sure that your character is interesting. She says this in a monotone voice. The only voice she has. The one that puts me to sleep. I languish back, whispering with my tree. A willow with flowing hair, and a sweet nod. Her bluebirds call my name, inviting me to dance. A teacher’s droning is in the background, but I can ignore her. She is easy to ignore. Here is a template you’ll need. Two teacher’s pets immediately say they will pass them out. The teacher calls another one’s name. A reluctant student who is probably in the land of giants Slaying dragons. I smile. It’s not me this time. Cardinals and robins flit over, hunting for food. There is a brush against my arm. It’s the template. But I pretend it is the willow tree, loving me. My eyes begin to close, a nap in the works. I enjoy my soft day with her gentle quick ways. I am in the zone, asleep under the willow. It is a warm day. The sun is gentle. “Will need a partner,” teacher says, bringing me back to my 5th grade desk. I choose Jameson, I say, noting his horrified look. He knows I did not hear almost any of the instructions. They all know I am usually more than half asleep in most of my classes. Someone giggles. The teacher must have given her a sharp look. The giggle stops in mid giggle. Jameson is terrified that I will not know what to do, but I do. Taking the paper out of his hand, I offer to do the writing. I ask for his ideas. He has none. So I begin with a flourish!
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